Those two huntsmen!...

Ali, my God! My God!"....

He could say no more.

The doctor had hastened to the window to see what was passing, regardless of the fact that Florent dragged himself thither as well.

Did they remain there a few seconds, fifteen minutes or longer?
They could never tell, so greatly were they terrified.
As Montfanon had anticipated, the conditions of the duel were terrible.
For Pietrapertosa, who seemed to direct the combat, after having measured a space sufficiently long, of about fifty feet, was in the act of tracing in the centre two lines scarcely ten or twelve metres apart.
"They have chosen the duel a 'marche interrompue'," groaned the veteran duellist, whose knowledge of the ground did not deceive him.