The Prussian Terror

Автор

Александр Дюма

Жанр

Зарубежная классика

Год написания книги

2017

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"Now then," he said, delivering his thrust.

The sword entered the upper part of the chest and disappeared completely in the general's body where Benedict left it, as he sprang back – as a bull fighter leaves his dagger in the breast of the bull. Then, folding his arms, he waited.

The general remained standing for a second, staggered, tried to speak; his mouth became full of blood, he made a movement with his sword and the sword fell from his hand; then he, himself, like an uprooted tree, fell full length upon the turf.

The surgeon rushed to the body of Sturm; but he was already dead.

The point of the sword had gone in below the right shoulder blade, and come out on the left hip, after passing through the heart.

"Sapristi!" muttered the surgeon, "that's a man well killed."

Such was Sturm's funeral oration.

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Wait, wait a bit, cuckoo, Bonaparte is coming, who Soon will force you to restore All you stole from us before.

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