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How Brigadier Gerard Lost His Ear - (1)
It was the old Brigadier who was talking in the cafe. I have seen a great many cities, my friends. I would not dare to tell you how many I…
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How Brigadier Gerard Lost His Ear - (2)
They are wonderful places, these great Venetian houses, palaces, and fortresses, and prisons all in one. I was led along a passage and down…
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How The Brigadier Captured Saragossa - (1)
Have I ever told you, my friends, the circumstances connected with my joining the Hussars of Conflans at the time of the siege of Saragossa…
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How The Brigadier Captured Saragossa - (2)
I stretched my hand along the wall and I came upon a man's naked foot. It was as high as my face, and yet, so far as I could feel, it had n…
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How The Brigadier Captured Saragossa - (3)
“Sir,” said I, “it is impossible that a colonel of light cavalry should condescend to act as a spy.” He laughed and clapped me on the shoul…
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How The Brigadier Saved The Army - (1)
I have told you, my friends, how we held the English shut up for six months, from October, 1810, to March, 1811, within their lines of Torr…
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How The Brigadier Saved The Army - (2)
A horrible nausea had seized me from the tossing which I had undergone, and I felt as I did upon the ocean when first I experienced those m…
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How The Brigadier Triumphed In England - (1)
I have told you, my friends, how I triumphed over the English at the fox-hunt when I pursued the animal so fiercely that even the herd of t…
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How The Brigadier Triumphed In England - (2)
“Colonel Gerard,” said the lady, earnestly, “you must give me your word as a soldier and a gentleman that this matter goes no farther, and…
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How The Brigadier Rode To Minsk - (1)
I would have a stronger wine to-night, my friends, a wine of Burgundy rather than of Bordeaux. It is that my heart, my old soldier heart, i…
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How The Brigadier Rode To Minsk - (2)
“You will answer for this some day,” I cried, as I wiped the blood from my moustache. “If the Hetman Platoff is of my way of thinking you w…
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How The Brigadier Rode To Minsk - (3)
The Emperor had been looking through his glass to the extreme left of the English line, and now he turned suddenly to the Duke of Dalmatia,…
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How The Brigadier Rode To Minsk - (4)
I need not tell you, my friends, what all this portended. Indeed, he had acted exactly as I should have done in his place. From each colone…
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How The Brigadier Rode To Minsk - (5)
To fight was absurd; to fly was ridiculous. The Emperor was stout, and weary to death. At the best he was never a good rider. How could he…
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The Last Adventure Of The Brigadier - (1)
I will tell you no more stories, my dear friends. It is said that man is like the hare, which runs in a circle and comes back to die at the…
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The Last Adventure Of The Brigadier - (2)
“But do you know what course the man at the wheel is steering?” “Due south,” the captain answered, with his eyes fixed upon his cards. “And…