Brothers -- Fiction; Corsica (France) -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Twins -- Fiction; Vendetta -- Fiction
From time to time he glanced under his lids at Lucien, and his furtive
looks denoted a disquietude approaching to fear.
Perhaps it was the great resemblance between the brothers that struck
him, and he thought he saw in Lucien the avenging shade of Louis.
While they were loading the pistols I saw him draw his hand from the
breast of his coat. The fingers were enveloped in a handkerchief as if
to prevent their twitching.
Lucien waited calmly, like a man who was sure of his vengeance.
Without being told, Lucien walked to the place his brother had
occupied, which compelled Chateau Renaud to take up his position as
before.
Lucien received his weapon with a joyous smile.
When Chateau Renaud took his pistol he became deadly pale. Then he
passed his hand between his cravat and his neck as if he were
suffocating.
No one can conceive with what feelings of terror I regarded this young
man, handsome, rich, and elegant, who but yesterday believed he had
many years still before him, and who to-day, with the sweat on his
brow and agony at his heart, felt he was condemned.
"Are you ready, gentlemen?" asked M. de Chateaugrand.
"Yes," replied Lucien.
M. de Chateau Renaud made a sign in the affirmative.
As for me I was obliged to turn away, not daring to look upon the
scene.
I heard the two successive clappings of the hands, and at the third
the simultaneous reports of the pistols. I turned round.
Chateau Renaud was lying on the ground, stark dead; he had not uttered
a sound nor made a movement.
I approached the body, impelled by that invincible curiosity which
compels one to see the end of a catastrophe.
The bullet had entered the dead man's temple, at the very spot that
Lucien had indicated to me previously.
I ran to him, he was calm and motionless, but seeing me coming towards
him he let fall the pistol, and threw himself into my arms.
"Ah, my brother, my poor brother!" he cried as he burst into a passion
of sobs.
These were the first tears that the young man had shed.
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Woodfall & Kinder, Printers, Milford Lane, Strand, London, W.C.
Transcriber's Note
This transcription is based on images scanned by Google from a copy in
the Bodleian Library:
dbooks.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/books/PDFs/590318888.pdf
The scanned images (without the original cover image) are also
available through Google:
books.google.com/books?id=g7gNAAAAQAAJ
Variant spellings such as "trowsers" and "examing" have been retained,
and in general, inconsistencies of punctuation and italicization were
also not changed. However, when the punctuation seemed problematic, a
copy of the French text was consulted, and in a few cases the
punctuation was changed as noted below. The copy consulted, which was
printed in Paris in 1874 by Michel Lévy frères, is posted by the
Internet Archive:
archive.org/details/lesfrrescorses01dumagoog
The following changes were noted:
- p. 20: "Yes," he repled, "to a rendezvous."--Changed "repled" to
"replied".
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