Helen!" he shouted, and fell dead on his face, while the lancer, blown half to pieces with musket balls, toppled over beside him, still holding on to his weapon, so that they lay together with that dreadful bond still connecting them.
Hélène! cria-t-il avant de tomber mort la face en avant, pendant que le lancier, criblé de balles, s'abattait près de lui, sans lâcher son arme, de sorte qu'ils gisaient ensemble, joints par ce terrible trait d'union.