Four Short Stories By Emile Zola eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 771 pages of information about Four Short Stories By Emile Zola.

Four Short Stories By Emile Zola eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 771 pages of information about Four Short Stories By Emile Zola.

“Ah!” murmured Laguitte, growing very pale.

And again he beheld the old lady walking on, relentlessly rigid and holding the little boy’s hand.  What!  He had longed so eagerly for those papers for eight days past, and now when the scraps had come he felt his brain on fire and his heart lacerated.

The duel took place on the morrow, in the barrack yard behind a low wall.  The air was keen, the sun shining brightly.  Laguitte had almost to be carried to the ground; one of his seconds supported him on one side, while on the other he leaned heavily, on his stick.  Burle looked half asleep; his face was puffy with unhealthy fat, as if he had spent a night of debauchery.  Not a word was spoken.  They were all anxious to have it over.

Captain Doucet crossed the swords of the two adversaries and then drew back, saying:  “Set to, gentlemen.”

Burle was the first to attack; he wanted to test Laguitte’s strength and ascertain what he had to expect.  For the last ten days the encounter had seemed to him a ghastly nightmare which he could not fathom.  At times a hideous suspicion assailed him, but he put it aside with terror, for it meant death, and he refused to believe that a friend could play him such a trick, even to set things right.  Besides, Laguitte’s leg reasssured him; he would prick the major on the shoulder, and then all would be over.

During well-nigh a couple of minutes the swords clashed, and then the captain lunged, but the major, recovering his old suppleness of wrist, parried in a masterly style, and if he had returned the attack Burle would have been pierced through.  The captain now fell back; he was livid, for he felt that he was at the mercy of the man who had just spared him.  At last he understood that this was an execution.

Laguitte, squarely poised on his infirm legs and seemingly turned to stone, stood waiting.  The two men looked at each other fixedly.  In Burle’s blurred eyes there arose a supplication—­a prayer for pardon.  He knew why he was going to die, and like a child he promised not to transgress again.  But the major’s eyes remained implacable; honor had spoken, and he silenced his emotion and his pity.

“Let it end,” he muttered between his teeth.

Then it was he who attacked.  Like a flash of lightning his sword flamed, flying from right to left, and then with a resistless thrust it pierced the breast of the captain, who fell like a log without even a groan.

Laguitte had released his hold upon his sword and stood gazing at that poor old rascal Burle, who was stretched upon his back with his fat stomach bulging out.

“Oh, my God!  My God!” repeated the major furiously and despairingly, and then he began to swear.

They led him away, and, both his legs failing him, he had to be supported on either side, for he could not even use his stick.

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