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"'General d'Epinay passed for one of the best swordsmen in the army, but he was pressed so closely in the onset that he ht he was dead, but his adversary, who knew he had not struck him, offered him the assistance of his hand to rise The circueneral, and he rushed on his adversary But his opponent did not allow his guard to be broken He received hieneral drew back on finding hie At the third he fell again They thought he slipped, as at first, and the witnesses, seeing he did not move, approached and endeavored to raise him, but the one who passed his areneral, who had almost fainted, revived "Ah," said he, "they have sent soht with , approached the witness who held the lantern, and raising his sleeve, showed hi his coat, and unbuttoning his waistcoat, displayed his side, pierced with a third wound Still he had not even uttered a sigh General d'Epinay died five minutes after'"

Franz read these last words in a voice so choked that they were hardly audible, and then stopped, passing his hand over his eyes as if to dispel a cloud; but after a moment's silence, he continued:-"'The president went up the steps, after pushing his sword into his cane; a track of blood on the snow marked his course He had scarcely arrived at the top when he heard a heavy splash in the water--it was the general's body, which the witnesses had just thrown into the river after ascertaining that he was dead The general fell, then, in a loyal duel, and not in aht have been reported In proof of this we have signed this paper to establish the truth of the facts, lest the moment should arrive when either of the actors in this terrible scene should be accused of preened, Beaurepaire, Descha this account, so dreadful for a son; when Valentine, pale with e, and crouched in a corner, had endeavored to lessen the storlances at the implacable old man,--"Sir," said d'Epinay to Noirtier, "since you are well acquainted with all these details, which are attested by honorable signatures,--since you appear to take soh you have onlyme sorrow, refuse me not one final satisfaction--tell me the name of the president of the club, that I may at least knoho killed my father" Villefort mechanically felt for the handle of the door; Valentine, who understood sooner than anyone her grandfather's answer, and who had often seen two scars upon his right ar towards Valentine, "unite your efforts with mine to find out the nae" Valentine remained dumb and motionless