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Book, page 31 / 45 "Make haste!" cried the voice of all, as one man. "Come, major, they are grumbling, and they have a right to do so." The Comte de Vandieres threw off his wrappings and showed himself in his general's uniform. "Let us save the count," said Philippe. Stephanie pressed his hand, and throwing herself on his breast, she clasped him tightly. "Adieu!" she said. They had understood each other. The Comte de Vandieres recovered sufficient strength and presence of mind to spring upon the raft, whither Stephanie followed him, after turning a last look to Philippe. "Major! will you take my place? I don't care a fig for life," cried the grenadier. "I've neither wife nor child nor mother." "I confide them to your care," said the major, pointing to the count and his wife. "Then be easy; I'll care for them, as though they were my very eyes." The raft was now sent off with so much violence toward the opposite side of the river, that as it touched ground, the shock was felt by all. The count, who was at the edge of it, lost his balance and fell into the river; as he fell, a cake of sharp ice caught him, and cut off his head, flinging it to a great distance. "See there! major!" cried the grenadier. "Adieu!" said a woman's voice. Philippe de Sucy fell to the ground, overcome with horror and fatigue.
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