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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Jake, you are unnecessarily uprooting an aster with the toe of your boot," he said. Pilzer had a torrent of abuse ready to his tongue's end when Fracasse interrupted with a hoarse, whispered warning: "Silence, Pilzer! You talk too much." Now the irascible Pilzer had a further grudge against Hugo for having made him the object of a reprimand.
"You were in the big attack night before last?" asked the judge's son. "We started in," said Peterkin, "but Captain Fracasse brought us back," he added in a way that implied that only orders had kept him from going on.
That day was destined to be an eventful one. It will be remembered that Lampourde, the professional assassin, had received from Merindol acting for the Duke Of Vallombreuse a commission to put Captain Fracasse quietly out of the way, and accordingly that worthy was dodging about on the Pont-Neuf, at the hour of sunset, waiting to intercept his intended victim, who would necessarily pass that way in returning to his hotel.
After the first rapid glance he made as if he did not perceive de Sigognac at all, no more than if he had been a piece of furniture standing there; for him Captain Fracasse was not a MAN, but a THING, and he continued to gaze fixedly at poor Isabelle his eyes fairly blazing with passion exactly as though no one was near.
But by the common impulse of military training, no less than in answer to the whistle's call, in face of the withering fire they dropped to earth at the base of the knoll, where Hugo threw himself down at full length in his place in line next to Peterkin. "Fire pointblank at the crest in front of you! I saw a couple of men standing up there!" called Fracasse. "Fire fast!
"I don't know. Nobody knows!" answered Fracasse. "We wait on orders, ready to do our duty. There may be no war. Don't let me hear another peep from you!" Now all closed their eyes.
The same explosion got Fracasse, sword in hand, and another buried him where he lay. The banker's son went a little farther; the barber's son still farther. Men who were alive hardly realized life, so mixed were life and death. Infernal imagination goes faint; its wildest similes grow feeble and banal before such a consummation of hell.
That devil of a Captain Fracasse parried my blow with dazzling swiftness, and with such force that my blade was broken short off, and I left completely at his mercy, with nothing but the stump in my hand. See here, my lord duke! just look what he did to my precious, priceless Sahagun."
It had all passed into the background. Captain Fracasse, already nearly obliterated, appeared like a pale spectre in the far distance; his combats with the Duke of Vallombreuse seemed equally unreal.
"Here she is," said Chiquita, "in this corner, behind the Duke of Vallombreuse; but to get to her you must first kill him." "Of course I shall kill him," cried de Sigognac, advancing sword in hand towards the young duke, who was ready to receive him. "We shall see about that, Sir Captain Fracasse doughty knight of Bohemiennes!" said Vallombreuse disdainfully, and the conflict began.
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