The Corsican Ogre.

           AtthesightofthisagitationLouisXVIII.pushedfromhimviolentlythetableatwhichhewassitting.

           "Whatailsyou,baron?"heexclaimed."Youappearquiteaghast.HasyouruneasinessanythingtodowithwhatM.deBlacashastoldme,andM.deVilleforthasjustconfirmed?"M.deBlacasmovedsuddenlytowardsthebaron,butthefrightofthecourtierpleadedfortheforbearanceofthestatesman;andbesides,asmatterswere,itwasmuchmoretohisadvantagethattheprefectofpoliceshouldtriumphoverhimthanthatheshouldhumiliatetheprefect.

           "Sire"—stammeredthebaron.

           "Well,whatisit?"askedLouisXVIII.Theministerofpolice,givingwaytoanimpulseofdespair,wasabouttothrowhimselfatthefeetofLouisXVIII.,whoretreatedastepandfrowned.

           "Willyouspeak?"hesaid.

           "Oh,sire,whatadreadfulmisfortune!Iam,indeed,tobepitied.Icanneverforgivemyself!"

           "Monsieur,"saidLouisXVIII.,"Icommandyoutospeak."

           "Well,sire,theusurperleftElbaonthe26thFebruary,andlandedonthe1stofMarch."

           "Andwhere?InItaly?"askedthekingeagerly.

           "InFrance,sireatasmallport,nearAntibes,intheGulfofJuan.

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