" Pardon , monsieur ; pity ! In the name of that young lady you love , and whom you perhaps believe dead but who is not ! " cried the bandit , throwing himself upon his knees and leaning upon his hand -- for he began to lose his strength with his blood .
«Простите, сударь, жаль! Во имя той молодой леди, которую вы любите и которую, возможно, считаете мертвой, но это не так!» - вскричал разбойник, падая на колени и опираясь на руку, - ибо с кровью он начал терять силы.
