And clasping his hands at the back of his head, he began to pace the length and width of the cellar, like a wild beast in a cage.
«Shall we begin to pray, or what?» asked he at last. «Merciful God, save us!»
«Be calm!» said Zagloba; «this is not the time to despair.»
Pan Stanislav ground his teeth on a sudden; rage carried him away. «I wish you were killed!» cried he to Zagloba. «It was your thought to come to this traitor. May vengeance reach you and him!»
«Bethink yourself, Stanislav,» said Pan Yan, sternly. «No one could foresee what has happened. Endure, for you are not the only man suffering; and know that our place is here, and not elsewhere. Merciful God! pity, not us, but the ill-fated country.»
Stanislav made no answer, but wrung his hands till the joints were cracking.
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