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The
same
voice
commanded
:
"
Fire
!
"
Duroy
heard
nothing
more
,
saw
nothing
more
;
he
only
knew
that
he
raised
his
arm
and
pressed
with
all
his
strength
upon
the
trigger
.
Soon
he
saw
a
little
smoke
before
him
;
his
opponent
was
still
standing
in
the
same
position
,
and
there
was
a
small
white
cloud
above
his
head
.
They
had
both
fired
.
All
was
over
!
His
second
and
the
doctor
felt
him
,
unbuttoned
his
garments
,
and
asked
anxiously
:
"
Are
you
wounded
?
"
He
replied
:
"
No
,
I
think
not
.
"
Langremont
was
not
wounded
either
,
and
Jacques
Rival
muttered
discontentedly
:
"
That
is
always
the
way
with
those
cursed
pistols
,
one
either
misses
or
kills
one
's
opponent
"
Duroy
was
paralyzed
with
surprise
and
joy
.
All
was
over
!
He
felt
that
he
could
fight
the
entire
universe
.
All
was
over
!
What
bliss
!
He
felt
brave
enough
to
provoke
anyone
.
The
seconds
consulted
several
moments
,
then
the
duelists
and
their
friends
entered
the
carriages
and
drove
off
.
When
the
official
report
was
drawn
up
,
it
was
handed
to
Duroy
who
was
to
insert
it
in
the
"
Echoes
.
"
He
was
surprised
to
find
that
two
balls
had
been
fired
.
He
said
to
Rival
:
"
We
only
fired
once
!
"
The
latter
smiled
:
"
Yes
--
once
--
once
each
--
that
makes
twice
!
"
And
Duroy
,
satisfied
with
that
explanation
,
asked
no
more
questions
.
M.
Walter
embraced
him
.
"
Bravo
!
you
have
defended
the
colors
of
'
La
Vie
Francaise
'
!
Bravo
!
"
The
following
day
at
eleven
o'clock
in
the
forenoon
,
Duroy
received
a
telegram
:
"
My
God
!
I
have
been
frightened
.
Come
at
once
to
Rue
de
Constantinople
that
I
may
embrace
you
,
my
love
.
How
brave
you
are
.
I
adore
you
.
Clo
.
"
