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Father and Son.

           "

           "Father,youhaveheardspeakofacertainBonapartistclubintheRueSaint–Jacques?"

           "No.53;yes,Iamvice-president."

           "Father,yourcoolnessmakesmeshudder."

           "Why,mydearboy,whenamanhasbeenproscribedbythemountaineers,hasescapedfromParisinahay-cart,beenhuntedovertheplainsofBordeauxbyRobespierre’sbloodhounds,hebecomesaccustomedtomostthings.Butgoon,whatabouttheclubintheRueSaint–Jacques?"

           "Why,theyinducedGeneralQuesneltogothere,andGeneralQuesnel,whoquittedhisownhouseatnineo’clockintheevening,wasfoundthenextdayintheSeine."

           "Andwhotoldyouthisfinestory?"

           "Thekinghimself."

           "Well,then,inreturnforyourstory,"continuedNoirtier,"Iwilltellyouanother."

           "Mydearfather,IthinkIalreadyknowwhatyouareabouttotellme."

           "Ah,youhaveheardofthelandingoftheemperor?"

           "Notsoloud,father,Ientreatofyouforyourownsakeaswellasmine.Yes,Iheardthisnews,andknewitevenbeforeyoucould;forthreedaysagoIpostedfromMarseillestoPariswithallpossiblespeed,half-desperateattheenforceddelay."

           "Threedaysago?Youarecrazy.Why,threedaysagotheemperorhadnotlanded."

           "Nomatter,Iwasawareofhisintention.

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