His life was suspended, not extinguished.
Each time that a surplus of watery vapor caused the barometer to ascend, I pumped.

On the 14th, the door of my laboratory was literally broken in by the Russian General, Count Trollohub, who had been sent from headquarters.

This distinguished officer had run in all haste to prevent the execution of the colonel and to conduct him into the presence of the Commander in Chief.

I loyally confessed to him what I had done under the inspiration of my conscience; I showed him the body through one of the bull's-eyes of the air-pump; I told him that I was happy to have preserved a man who could furnish useful information to the liberators of my country; and I offered to resuscitate him at my own expense if they would promise me to respect his life and liberty.

The General, Count Trollohub, unquestionably a distinguished man, but one of an exclusively military education, thought that I was not speaking seriously.