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Suddenly, beyond the silver web of curtain which the duchess had left
partly open, a door, evidently concealed by the painted glass, opened
wide, and there came floating into the room the refrain of an old French
song, carolled at the top of a manly and joyous voice,--
"
Trois petits gorets sur leur fumier
Juraient comme de porteurs de chaise,"
and a man entered. He wore a sword by his side, a magnificent naval
uniform, covered with gold lace, and held in his hand a plumed hat with
loops and cockade. Gwynplaine sprang up erect as if moved by springs. He
recognized the man, and was, in turn, recognized by him. From their
astonished lips came, simultaneously, this double exclamation:--
"
"
Gwynplaine!"
Tom-Jim-Jack!"
The man with the plumed hat advanced towards Gwynplaine, who stood with
folded arms.
"
"
"
What are you doing here, Gwynplaine?"
And you, Tom-Jim-Jack, what are you doing here?"
Oh! I understand. Josiana! a caprice. A mountebank and a monster! The
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