CHAPTER II.

WHAT HAPPENED DURING THE NIGHT--THE MARKET QUARTER

I came back to my lodging, 19, Rue Richelieu.

The massacre seemed to be at an end; the fusillades were heard no

longer. As I was about to knock at the door I hesitated for a moment; a

man was there who seemed to be waiting. I went straight up to this man,

and I said to him,--

You seem to be waiting for somebody?"

He answered,--

Yes."

For whom?"

For you."

And he added, lowering his voice, "I have come to speak to you."

I looked at this man. A street-lamp shone on him. He did not avoid the

light.

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