The Duellist
grass. The major rushed up to him. . . . 'Is it possible?' whispered the dying man.
Avdey went up to the man he had killed. On his gloomy and sunken face was a look of savage, exasperated regret. . . . He looked at the adjutant and the major, bent his head like a guilty man, got on his horse without a word, and rode slowly straight to the colonel's quarters.
Masha . . . is living to this day.
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