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"
At
daybreak
I
am
going
to
fight
a
duel
,
and
as
somethingmight
happen
--
"
He
could
write
no
more
,
he
rose
with
a
shudder
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
notwithstanding
his
efforts
,
he
would
not
have
the
strength
necessary
to
face
the
meeting
.
He
wondered
if
his
adversary
had
ever
fought
before
;
if
he
were
known
?
He
had
never
heard
his
name
.
However
,
if
he
had
not
been
a
remarkable
shot
,
he
would
not
have
accepted
that
dangerous
weapon
without
hesitation
.
He
ground
his
teeth
to
prevent
his
crying
aloud
.
Suddenly
he
remembered
that
he
had
a
bottle
of
brandy
;
he
fetched
it
from
the
cupboard
and
soon
emptied
it
.
Now
he
felt
his
blood
course
more
warmly
through
his
veins
.
"
I
have
found
a
means
,
"
said
he
.
Day
broke
.
He
began
to
dress
;
when
his
heart
failed
him
,
he
took
more
brandy
.
At
length
there
was
a
knock
at
the
door
.
His
friends
had
come
;
they
were
wrapped
in
furs
.
After
shaking
hands
,
Rival
said
:
"
It
is
as
cold
as
Siberia
.
Is
all
well
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Are
you
calm
?
"
"
Very
calm
.
"
"
Have
you
eaten
and
drunk
something
?
"
"
I
do
not
need
anything
.
"
They
descended
the
stairs
.
A
gentleman
was
seated
in
the
carriage
.
Rival
said
:
"
Dr.
Le
Brument
.
"
Duroy
shook
hands
with
him
and
stammered
:
"
Thank
you
,
"
as
he
entered
the
carriage
.
Jacques
Rival
and
Boisrenard
followed
him
,
and
the
coachman
drove
off
.
He
knew
where
to
go
.
