One more belongs to these dead, this young woman by the railway track, whose escape failed. We know her today only from the story of a man who saw it and who cannot understand it. And she still lives today, but only in his memory.
Though the people were sated already with blood-spilling, still, when the news went forth that the end of the games was approaching, and that the last of the Christians were to die at an evening spectacle, a countless audience assembled in the amphitheatre. The Augustians came to a man, for they understood that it would not be a common spectacle; they knew that Caesar had determined to make for himself a tragedy out of the suffering of Vinicius.
So soon as Jean Valjean was alone with Javert he undid the rope which fastened the prisoner round the waist, the knot of which was under the table. After this, he made him a signal to rise.
Joachim Murat was a French general, king of Naples, and Marshal of the Empire with Napoleone Bonaparte. After the Battle of Leipzig, he abandoned the Grande Armée to save his throne. Ultimately, the Austrians defeated him at Tolentino, forcing Murat to flee to Corsica, from where he launched a desperate attempt to recover the throne.
You ask how it is that I remained a Jew? Whose merit it is? Not through my own merits nor those of my ancestors. I was a six-year-old Cheder boy, my father a countryman outside Wilna, a householder in a small way. No, I remained a Jew thanks to the Schpol Grandfather.
The leader of the Beati Paoli smiled with a sense of pity and said: "You are young, inexperienced with many things, even though you have lived intensely among the tragedies of life. We do not want the death of the Duke of Motta; that he dies or lives is completely indifferent to us."