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The King’s Closet at the Tuileries.

           Sometimesheweepsbitterly,sometimeslaughsboisterously,atothertimehepasseshoursontheseashore,flingingstonesinthewaterandwhentheflintmakes‘duck-and-drake’fiveorsixtimes,heappearsasdelightedasifhehadgainedanotherMarengoorAusterlitz.Now,youmustagreethattheseareindubitablesymptomsofinsanity."

           "Orofwisdom,mydearbaronorofwisdom,"saidLouisXVIII.,laughing;"thegreatestcaptainsofantiquityamusedthemselvesbycastingpebblesintotheoceanseePlutarch’slifeofScipioAfricanus."

           M.deBlacaspondereddeeplybetweentheconfidentmonarchandthetruthfulminister.Villefort,whodidnotchoosetorevealthewholesecret,lestanothershouldreapallthebenefitofthedisclosure,hadyetcommunicatedenoughtocausehimthegreatestuneasiness.

           "Well,well,Dandre,"saidLouisXVIII.,"Blacasisnotyetconvinced;letusproceed,therefore,totheusurper’sconversion."Theministerofpolicebowed.

           "Theusurper’sconversion!"murmuredtheduke,lookingatthekingandDandre,whospokealternately,likeVirgil’sshepherds."Theusurperconverted!"

           "Decidedly,mydearduke."

           "Inwhatwayconverted?"

           "Togoodprinciples.Tellhimallaboutit,baron.

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