When Chicot entered, the prior did not rise, but merely bent his head.
"Good-morning," said Chicot.
"Ah! there you are; you appear to have come to life again."
"Did you think me dead?"
"Diable! I never saw you."
"I was busy."
"Ah!"
Chicot knew that before being warmed by two or three bottles of old Burgundy, Gorenflot was spari
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