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CHAPTER VIII.
DAVID D'ANGERS
Brutalities and ferocities were mingled together. The great sculptor,
David d'Angers, was arrested in his own house, 16, Rue d'Assas; the
Commissary of Police on entering, said to him,--
"
Have you any arms in your house?"
Yes," Said David, "for my defence."
"
And he added,--
"
"
If I had to deal with civilized people."
Where are these arms?" rejoined the Commissary. "Let us see them."
David showed him his studio full of masterpieces.
They placed him in a fiacre, and drove him to the station-house of the
Prefecture of Police.
Although there was only space for 120 prisoners, there were 700 there.
David was the twelfth in a dungeon intended for two. No light nor air. A
narrow ventilation hole above their heads. A dreadful tub in a corner,
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