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almost black. He was gesticulating, and smiling stupidly. He reminded me of a satisfied old animal. He stopped at a lamp-post, throwing his arms around it, trying to tear it out of the ground with his muscular hands. The lamp-post quivered, and began to sway.
“Long life to strength!” cried another peasant. He also began to shake the wavering pole.
A young girl was trying to force her way through the mob; she was covered with feathers, and looked something like a pigeon. Her hair was dishevelled; her dress was torn to pieces. She lifted her head, and from her pale face shone eyes widened by extreme perplexity.
“Seize the Jewess!” cried someone; the girl instantaneously disappeared into the roaring mob; the moving wave of bodies rose above her, clenched fists beat the air. Threatening, grumbling,
