Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 317: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER. 309 The seconds surveyed the ground attentively, examined minutely and for the last time the weapons of the two adversaries, carefully meas- ured the distances from whence they were to fire, then the oldest, after having placed the enemies back to back, struck the three regulating blows. he duel did not last long; at the given signal the Prince de Mineleko advanced. At the cry “Fire!” uttered by Gariatinski, a double detonation was heard, a light bluish smoke ascended like a spire in the air, and a man whose hands beat the empty air fell heavily at the feet of his adver- sary. It was Boris Michailowitch. Waldemar’s ball had pierced his body. At first his friends be- lieved kim dead, but after having received the first cares of the physician who assisted at the combat he painfully opened his eyes. “T am lost!” he muttered. Already he could scarcely speak. Heiligenthal, very pale, his lips compressed, was regarding the blood which was copiously flowing. He was, in his emotion, almost as pale, as weak, as he whom he had just wounded unto death. Boris Mineleko did not immediately succumb, not- withstanding the hemorrh’ges and the other acci- dents which supervened to aggravate his situation. The physician had declared that he would not live through the night, but in the morning he was breathing still, and found himself, he believed, a little better. Hecould now take some hours of re- pose. During the whole night he had not ceased to demand the presence of Heiligenthal, who could alone tell him something which he desired to know before departing this life. He was so vehement in his demand that Heiligenthal, very much affected EoOmicboo “S (E(0) AL