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frightened charger was led to the gate, where among the vociferous crowd huddled a group of women. Recognising the pallid face of the sufferer, and only too well comprehending the half-fainting figure, a girl's voice rose above the din :

"Oh, mon Dieu, mon Dieu ! The Marquis is killed!"

With an effort the doomed man roused himself, and looked round.

"It's nothing," he said mechanically. " Do not be troubled . . . for me . . . my good friends."

At the house of a neighbouring surgeon, it was evident the General could not long survive his wounds, and though one or two inconsiderate questions regarding subsequent events were answered, he soon refused to interfere further in earthly affairs.

"I have much business of greater moment that must be attended to," he returned calmly; but in the short time remaining his noble spirit found strength to dictate a note to Brigadier Townshend.

"Monsieur," it ran, "the humanity of the English sets my mind at peace concerning the fate of the French prisoners and the Canadians. Feel towards them as they have caused me to feel. . . . Be their protector, as I have been

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