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Monsieur Bonacieux

           "Oh,astohisname,Iknownothingaboutit;butifIwereevertomeethim,Ishouldrecognizehiminaninstant,Iwillanswerforit,wereheamongathousandpersons."

           Thefaceofthecommissarygrewstilldarker.

           "Youshouldrecognizehimamongathousand,sayyou?"continuedhe.

           "Thatistosay,"criedBonacieux,whosawhehadtakenafalsestep,"thatistosay—"

           "Youhaveansweredthatyoushouldrecognizehim,"saidthecommissary."Thatisallverywell,andenoughfortoday;beforeweproceedfurther,someonemustbeinformedthatyouknowtheravisherofyourwife."

           "ButIhavenottoldyouthatIknowhim!"criedBonacieux,indespair."Itoldyou,onthecontrary—"

           "Takeawaytheprisoner,"saidthecommissarytothetwoguards.

           "Wheremustweplacehim?"demandedthechief.

           "Inadungeon."

           "Which?"

           "GoodLord!Inthefirstonehandy,provideditissafe,"saidthecommissary,withanindifferencewhichpenetratedpoorBonacieuxwithhorror.

           "Alas,alas!"saidhetohimself,"misfortuneisovermyhead;mywifemusthavecommittedsomefrightfulcrime.Theybelievemeheraccomplice,andwillpunishmewithher.Shemusthavespoken;shemusthaveconfessedeverythingawomanissoweak!Adungeon!Thefirsthecomesto!That’sit!Anightissoonpassed;andtomorrowtothewheel,tothegallows!Oh,myGod,myGod,havepityonme!"

           WithoutlisteningtheleastintheworldtothelamentationsofM.

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