"Ah, scoundrel! so you revile the old army?
Here's at you! A miss! Thanks for the retort, but it's not good enough yet.

I'll not die from any such thrust as that! How do you like that ?--and that ?-and that?
Ah, you claim that the foot-soldier is an incomplete man! Now we're going to make _your_ assortment of limbs a little incomplete.

Look out for your boot! He's parried it! Perhaps he expects to indulge in a little promenade under Clementine's windows this evening.

Take care! Here's for Clementine! And here's for the infantry! Will you parry that?
So, traitor! And that?
So he does! Perhaps you'll parry them all, then, by Heavens! Victory! Ah, Monsieur! Your blood is flowing! What have I done?
Devil take the sword, the horse, and all! Major! major! come quickly! Monsieur, let yourself rest in my arms.

Beast that I am! As if all soldiers were not brothers! Oh, forgive me, my friend! Would that I could redeem each drop of your blood with all of mine! Miserable Fougas, incapable of mastering his fierce passions! Ah, you Esculapian Mars, I beg you tell me that the thread of his days is not to be clipped! I will not survive him, for he is a brave!" M.du Marnet had received a magnificent cut which traversed the left arm and breast, and the blood was streaming from it at a rate to make one shudder.