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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: litter, the body of Montauran, who was shot in the thighs and arms.
They laid him on the bedstead beside his wife. He saw her, and found
strength to clasp her hand with a convulsive gesture. The dying woman
turned her head, recognized her husband, and shuddered with a spasm
that was horrible to see, murmuring in a voice almost extinct: "A day
without a morrow! God heard me too well!"
"Commandant," said the marquis, collecting all his strength, and still
holding Marie's hand, "I count on your honor to send the news of my
death to my young brother, who is now in London. Write him that if he
wishes to obey my last injunction he will never bear arms against his
country--neither must he abandon the king's service."
The Chouans |
