The Gendarmes and the Rising Sun
M. A. COUTURIER
I WAS returning to town in the train the other night, a little tired, a little saddened. The coach was almost empty, the light was not more than dim,...
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tribute by their respect to the genius and glory of that "modest functionary of the city of Paris." They thus consummated a dream the fulfillment of which he, at least, never doubted: he knew that...
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