tricot had suffered greatly; only some fragments of his hands remained; but, above all, he had a great opening in his side, a kind of fetid mouth, through which the will to live seemed to evaporate.
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Georges Duhamel
And yet tricot never gave in.
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Georges Duhamel
tricot began to complain, and from that moment I felt that he was doomed.
"The New Book Of Martyrs"
Georges Duhamel