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CHAPTER VII.
There was no alternative between death and opprobrium; either soul or
sword must be surrendered. Louis Bonaparte surrendered his sword.
He wrote to William:
"SIRE, MY BROTHER,
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Not having been able to die in the midst of my troops, it only
remains for me to place my sword in your Majesty's hands.
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I am, your Majesty,
Your good Brother,
NAPOLEON.
Sedan, 1st September, 1870."
William answered, "Sire, my Brother, I accept your sword."
And on the 2d of September, at six o'clock in the morning, this plain,
streaming with blood, and covered with dead, saw pass by a gilded open
carriage and four, the horses harnessed after Daumont fashion, and in
this carriage a man, cigarette in mouth. It was the Emperor of the
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