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102 And he shall fight no duels, promise!

None.

You are kind, cousin! Now I must be gone.

You have not told me of your lost night's fray. Ah, but it must have been a hero-fight!... Bid him to write.

How good you are! Ay! ay! A hundred men against you ? Now, farewell.— We are great friends? Oh, bid him write! You'll tell me all one day—A hundred men!— Ah, brave! . . . How brave! I have fought better since.