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All was quiet at the Louvre, for the king, fatigued with his pilgrimage, had not yet risen, when two men presented themselves together at the gates.
"M. Chicot," cried the younger, "how are you this morning?"
"Ah, M. de Bussy."
"You come for the king's levee, monsieur?"
"And you also, I presume?"
"No; I come to see M. le Duc d'Anjou.
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