He now saw the Chevalier in a new light.

It was not as the gay cavalier, handsome, rich, care-free; it was as a man who, suffering a mortal stroke, carried his head high, hiding the wound like a Spartan.
"A last look at France, Monsieur le Chevalier, for many a day to come." The Chevalier nodded.
"For many days, indeed.

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