The report of a gun drowned my voice; the horse which had just made the leap, fell on his knees; the horseman tried to pull him up, but after making one effort the animal fell over upon his side.

The ball had gone through the steed's head." "It was that poor Fidele that I gave your husband," said Mademoiselle de Corandeuil, who was always very sentimental in the choice of names she gave to animals.
"He merited his name, Mademoiselle, for the poor beast died for his master, for whom the shot was in tended.

Several of those horrible faces, which upon riot days suddenly appear as if they came out of the ground, darted toward the unhorsed officer.

I, and several other young men who were as little disposed as myself to allow a defenceless man to be slaughtered, ran toward him.

I recognized Christian as I approached; his right leg was caught under the horse, and he was trying to unsheath his sword with his left hand.