Alexandre Dumas,
Balsamo, the magician; or, the memoirs of a physician
“ He remained before the hoofs of the horses, drawing a postchaise up a side road between Vauclere and Thieblemont, which he had not perceived.A scream pealed from inside the carriage, which the horses were whirling along like a feather on the gale. The postboy made a superhuman effort and managed to keep his horses from trampling on the boy, though one of the leaders gave him a kick."Good God!" screamed a woman again; "you have crushed the unhappy child."The lady traveler got out, and the postillion alighted to lift Gilbert's body from under the wheel. ”
