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Where?"
At Batignolles."
I will keep it," said the drummer.
These two men came out from the jaws of death, and at once consented to
re-enter them.
But how should they cross all Paris with this drum? The first patrol
which met them would shoot them. A porter of an adjoining house, who
noticed their predicament, gave them a packing-cloth. They enveloped
the drum in it, and reached Batignolles by the lonely streets which
skirt the walls.
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