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The Story.

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           "Andwherewasthisletterwritten?"

           "AtLaReserve,thedaybeforethebetrothalfeast."

           "’Twasso,then—’twasso,then,"murmuredtheabbe."Oh,Faria,Faria,howwelldidyoujudgemenandthings!"

           "Whatdidyoupleasetosay,sir?"askedCaderousse.

           "Nothing,nothing,"repliedthepriest;"goon."

           "ItwasDanglarswhowrotethedenunciationwithhislefthand,thathiswritingmightnotberecognized,andFernandwhoputitinthepost."

           "But,"exclaimedtheabbesuddenly,"youwerethereyourself."

           "I!"saidCaderousse,astonished;"whotoldyouIwasthere?"

           Theabbesawhehadovershotthemark,andheaddedquickly"Noone;butinordertohaveknowneverythingsowell,youmusthavebeenaneye-witness."

           "True,true!"saidCaderousseinachokingvoice,"Iwasthere."

           "Anddidyounotremonstrateagainstsuchinfamy?"askedtheabbe;"ifnot,youwereanaccomplice."

           "Sir,"repliedCaderousse,"theyhadmademedrinktosuchanexcessthatInearlylostallperception.Ihadonlyanindistinctunderstandingofwhatwaspassingaroundme.Isaidallthatamaninsuchastatecouldsay;buttheybothassuredmethatitwasajesttheywerecarryingon,andperfectlyharmless.

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