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116 shake hands., what's the matter? You look at me with those great eyes of yours, and you don't say a word? Are you afraid?

—I beg your pardon. I hardly know where I am, and I am not sure whether to consider you as a friend or an enemy.

enemy? But why? Really, were you fighting us?

know, it's not in my character to be a spectator; I must always play important partsShe shows her musket, which a Pensioner takes from  her at a sign from .]

were tired of playing comedy, and you decided to turn to drama. But do you realize, my dear, that your little escapade has put you in danger  of spending a few months in Fort-l'Évêque?

risked far more than that.

you were not in earnest, Contat? You one of these brawlersHe scrutinizes her from head to foot. rouge, no beauty-spots. Your hands black—face streaming with perspiration—your  hair wet, sticking to your cheeks. You're breathing hard. Muddy to the knees! Covered with filth and powder! What's happened to you? Why, I know you well, and I am sure you never liked that filthy rabble  any more than I.

, I didn't.

love-affair, then? Is he in that crowd?

thought it was that at first. But there is something else.