Excerpts from the Book 'The Bronze Eagle':
... district which he has traversed, have deserted in a body, and rallied round his standard. It has been, so I hear, a triumphal march for him from the ...
... pill to swallow, but M. le Comte was too proud to show how distasteful it had been. Chatting pleasantly the two men repaired together to the library. ...
... wide-eyed. They feared that the young man was mad. But the men exchanged significant glances and significant smiles. They merely thought that St. ...
... could thus have wormed himself into the confidence of an old man and of a young girl! No one but a villainous blackguard could have contemplated ...
... St. Genis, who is a captain of artillery and whose men had hitherto been supposed to be tried and loyal royalists. If the men won't fire, Maurice, ...
... mistaken-he disposed of the money. Disposed of the money? You are mad, de Marmont. Not altogether, Sire. When I say that Fourier disposed of ...
... bold relief against the surrounding gloom. Her blue eyes were shining with unshed tears, her delicate mouth was quivering with the piteousness of her ...
... of the King for its sole object. Maurice had not exchanged confidences with Crystal since the adventure, but his ideas-without his knowing it-absolutely ...
... his wounded arm-was ready for the attack. With his left on guard he not only received the brunt of the onslaught, but parried it most effectually ...
... the road all alone, laden with twenty-five million francs, not waiting for the arrival of M. le Comte d'Artois' patrol, was unthinkable. Then ...
... delight, he knew that no one requited a service more amply and more generously than Napoleon: he knew that after this service rendered there was ...
... torn out of the carriage, carried to the vestibule, where more officers seize him, raise him from the crowd, bear him along, hoisted upon their ...
... in truth she had been waking or dreaming, or at what precise moment she became fully conscious of a presence close beside her-just behind the bank ...
... until the temptation came to me to act the part of a coward and a traitor. And this I did, Crystal, only because I loved you-because ...
... a vivid streak of gold has rent the bank of heavy clouds. It is now close on seven o'clock-there are two more hours to nightfall and Blucher is not ...
... ruler in Europe sat dreaming of what might have been. The silence of the night was broken by the thunder of flying horses' hoofs, by the cries ...
... and men, they rallied to their flag, and with their tirailleurs-kneeling on one knee-ranged in a circle round them, they now formed a living bulwark ...
... you could ease the pressure on my leg . . . steady, now! steady! . . . Can you sit up in the saddle? . . . Are you hurt? . . . Not much. My head ...
... direct his destiny, his life or his death, just as I please. When you are my wife, I will forgive him the insults which he heaped on me at Brestalou ...
... is the man who to-day saved his life? whom I myself saw to-day on the roadside, wounded and half dead with fatigue, on horseback, with the inert body ...