EL VERDUGO
BY
HONORE DE BALZAC
Translated By
Katharine Prescott Wormeley
DEDICATION
To Martinez de la Rosa.
EL VERDUGO
The clock of the little town of Menda had just struck midnight. At
that moment a young French officer, leaning on the parapet of a long
terrace which bordered the gardens of the chateau de Menda, seemed
buried in thoughts that were deeper than comported with the light-
hearted carelessness of military life; though it must be said that
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