The Friend of Poland.- The French Slave.- The Spy.- The Maid of Koursk.- The Degradation.- The Masked Ball.- Mr. Zwetaieff.-

The Friend of Poland.- The French Slave.- The Spy.- The Maid of Koursk.- The Degradation.- The Masked Ball.- Mr. Zwetaieff.-

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1848 edition. Excerpt: ... orders to leave France. The whole human race seemed leagued against him. " Du destin ui fait tout tel est l'arret cruel: 7 I Pour n'avoir pas vaincu, je me vois criminel " said Sobud in an access of literary enthusiasm. "On momentous occasions, a man must shut himself up, and reflect seriously what he should do." Thus saying, he barricadoed the door of the same apartment within which Stephen Toungoussof had some months before locked himself. " I am beaten," said he: "but so was Napoleon: and have not all great Captains lost battles? I was a fool to serve so loyally a government deceitful and base enough to abandon its servants in the first reverse. I will die as I have lived, with courage and resignation. When the thread of life becomes 'entangled, like a Gordian knot, it must be cut: How? with a razor? That would be butchery. A pistol? To blow out my brains would be a pity. Poison? That would be better, but how procure it? A little copper dissolved in vinegar would furnish it, and would cost nothing. But if I should prefer death by suffocation? It is the Parisian fashion, and death by that manner is the quickest and best. The world has not understood me; I was meant for a statesman; it has made me a Spy. If I could yet have my revenge? but other governments are too cowardly to brave Russia;--to business! to business!" He heaped up the charcoal in the pan, and set fire to it with the correspondence or Dvoinoi; he hermetically closed every crevice, and laid himself down upon his bed to die in a noble and resolute position. The oxygen was slow in absorption, and his brain was overflowing with ideas. " Is it not cowardice to acknowledge oneself so soon conquered?...show more

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  • Paperback | 54 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 113g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123685747X
  • 9781236857477