From the Louvre Chicot had not far to go to his home. He went to the bank of the Seine and got into a little boat which he had left there.
"It is strange," thought he, as he rowed and looked at the still-lighted window of the king's room, "that after so many years, Henri is still the same. Others have risen or fallen, while he has gained some wr
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