It was I that led the party which took and shot the Duc d'Enghien.

It was I--Ah, _mon Dieu!_ Edie, Edie, _ma cherie!_" He threw out both his hands, with all the fingers feeling and quivering in the air.

Then he let them drop heavily in front of him, and his chin fell forward upon his chest.

One of our sergeants laid him gently down, and the other stretched the big blue mantle over him; and so we left those two whom Fate had so strangely brought together, the Scotchman and the Frenchman, lying silently and peacefully within hand's touch of each other, upon the blood-soaked hillside near Hougoumont..