'On some hay on the ground，with a cushion thrown under his head，lay a handsome peasant boy—a boy of not more than seventeen at the most. He lay on his back，with his teeth set，his right hand clenched on his breast，and his glaring eyes looking straight upward.I could not see where his wound was，as I kneeled on one knee over him；but，I could see that he was dying of a wound from a sharp point.
'I am a doctor，my poor fellow，'said I.'Let me examine it.'
'I do not want it examined，'he answered；'let it be.'It was under his hand，and I soothed him to let me move his hand away. The wound was a sword-thrust，received from twenty to twenty-four hours before，but no skill could have saved him if it had been looked to without delay.He was then dying fast.As I turned my eyes to the elder brother，I saw him looking down at this handsome boy whose life was ebbing out，as if he were a wounded bird，or hare，or rabbit；not at all as if he were a fellow-creature.
'How has this been done，monsieur？'said I.
'A crazed young common dog！A serf！Forced my brother to draw upon him，and has fallen by my brother's sword—like a gentleman.'
'There was no touch of pity，sorrow，or kindred humanity in this answer. The speaker seemed to acknowledge that it was inconvenient to have that different order of creature dying there，and that it would have been better if he had died in the usual obscure routine of his vermin kind.He was quite incapable of any compassionate feeling about the boy，or about his fate.
'The boy's eyes had slowly moved to him as he had spoken，and they now slowly moved to me.
'Doctor，they are very proud，these Nobles；but we common dogs are proud too，sometimes. They plunder us，outrage us，beat us，kill us；but we have a little pride left，sometimes.She—have you seen her，Doctor？'
'The shrieks and the cries were audible there，though subdued by the distance. He referred to them，as if she were lying in our presence.
'I said，'I have seen her.'
'She is my sister，Doctor. They have had their shameful rights，these Nobles.in the modesty and virtue of our sisters，many years，but we have had good girls among us.I know it，and have heard my father say so.She was a good girl.She was betrothed to a good young man，too：a tenant of his.We were all tenants of his—that man's who stands there.The other is his brother，the worst of a bad race.'
'It was with the greatest difficulty that the boy gathered bodily force to speak；but，his spirit spoke with a dreadful emphasis.
'We were so robbed by that man who stands there，as all we common dogs are by those superior Beings—taxed by him without mercy，obliged to work for him without pay，obliged to grind our corn at his mill，obliged to feed scores of his tame birds on our wretched crops，and forbidden for our lives to keep a single tame bird of our own，pillaged and plundered to that degree that when we chanced to have a bit of meat，we ate it in fear，with the door barred and the shutters closed，that his people should not see it and take it from us—I say，we were so robbed，and hunted，and were made so poor，that our father told us it was a dreadful thing to bring a child into the world，and that what we should most pray for，was，that our women might be barren and our miserable racedie out！'I had never before seen the sense of being oppressed，bursting forth like a fire. I had supposed that it must be latent in the people somewhere；but.I had never seen it break out，until I saw it in the dying boy.
'Nevertheless，Doctor，my sister married. He was ailing at that time，poor fellow，and she married her lover，that she might tend and comfort him in our cottage—our dog-hut，as that man would call it.She had not been married many weeks，when that man's brother saw her and admired her，and asked that man to lend her to him—for what are husbands among us！He was willing enough，but my sister was good and virtuous，and hated his brother with a hatred as strong as mine.What did the two then，to persuade her husband to use his influence with her，to make her willing？'
'The boy's eyes，which had been fixed on mine，slowly turned to the looker-on，and I saw in the two faces that all he said was true. The two opposing kinds of pride confronting one another，I can see，even in this Bastille；the gentleman's all negligent indifference；the peasant's，all trodden-down sentiment，and passionate revenge.
'You know，Doctor，that it is among the Rights of these Nobles to harness us common dogs to carts，and drive us. They so harnessed him and drove him.You know that it is among their Rights to keep us in their grounds all night，quieting the frogs，in order that their noble sleep may not be disturbed.They kept him out in the unwholesome mists at night，and ordered him back into his harness in the day.But he was not persuaded.No！Taken out of harness one day at noon，to feed—if he could find food—he sobbed twelve times，once for every stroke of the bell，and died on her bosom.'Nothing human could have held life in the boy buthis determination to tell all his wrong.He forced back the gathering shadows of death，as he forced his clenched right hand to remain clenched，and to cover his wound.
'Then，with that man's permission and even with his aid，his brother took her away；in spite of what I know she must have told his brother—and what that is，will not be long unknown to you，Doctor，if it is now—his brother took her away—for his pleasure and diversion，for a little while. I saw her pass me on the road.When I took the tidings home，our father's heart burst；he never spoke one of the words that filled it.I took my young sister（for I have another）to a place beyond the reach of this man，and where，at least，she will never be his vassal.Then，I tracked the brother here，and last night climbed in—a common dog，but sword in hand.—Where is the loft window？It was somewhere here？'
'The room was darkening to his sight；the world was narrowing around him. I glanced about me，and saw that the hay and straw were trampled over the floor，as if there had been a struggle.
