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The next morning, about nine, Bussy was eating his breakfast, and talking with Rémy over the events of the previous day.
"Rémy," said he, "did you not think you had seen somewhere that gentleman whom they were dipping in a vat in the Rue Coquillière?"
"Yes, M. le Comte, but I cannot think of his name."
"I ought to have helped him," said Bu
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