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Portrait of Maurice Leblanc Maurice Leblanc 813 — Chapter 7: Parbury—Rebeira… (1910)

It was an exciting tragedy, and one of which a man like Sernine was bound to relish the strange and powerful zest. To know your adversary and to live by his side; to feel that death is waiting for you at the least false step, at the least act of thoughtlessness: what a joy, what a delight!
One evening, they were alone together in the garden of the Rue Cambon Club, to which Altenheim also belonged. It was the hour before dusk, in the month of June, at which men begin to dine before the members come in for the evening's card-play.
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Portrait of Maurice Leblanc Maurice Leblanc 813 — Chapter 7: Parbury—Rebeira… (1910)

The two men stood up to each other once more, violent and implacable.
"I refuse," said Sernine. "Lupin requires nobody, in order to act. I am one of those who walk alone. If you were my equal, as you pretend, the idea of a partnership would never have entered your head. The man who has the stature of a leader commands. Union implies obedience. I do not obey."
"You refuse? You refuse?" repeated Altenheim, turning pale under the insult.
"All that I can do for you, old chap, is to offer you a place in my band. You'll be a private soldier, to begin with.
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Portrait of Maurice Leblanc Maurice Leblanc 813 — Chapter 7: Parbury—Rebeira… (1910)

Altenheim was beginning to move. Sernine asked:
"Well, baron, feeling better? You didn't know that blow, eh? It's what I call the direct blow in the solar plexus; that is to say, it snuffs out your vital sun like a candle. It's clean, quick, painless... and infallible. Whereas a blow with a dagger...? Pooh! A man has only to wear a little steel-wove gorget, as I do, and he can set the whole world at defiance, especially your little pal in black, seeing that he always strikes at the throat, the silly monster!...
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