human
Do you think he will die, captain? I asked.
gpt
Is the wound mortal?
human
For certain! he replied, with a slight smile.
gpt
I have a knack--of course for Jacobins and Bonapartists only--when I thrust _en quarte_, to draw out the sword by an imperceptible movement of the hand, _en tierce_, or _vice versâ_, according to circumstances; and thus the blade turns in the wound--_and that kills_; for the lung is injured, and mortification is sure to follow.
human
The abbé has just been to read a mass for him, he said;
gpt
Thérèse, to thy memory! and emptied his glass at a draught. Surprised and moved, I quitted the strange man. On the stairs of the hotel I met the coffin, which was just being carried up for L----; and I thought to myself:
human
Poor Clotilde! you will not be able to weep over his grave.