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"Ah, Monsieur Paul," said the lackey, hiding the cast-off clothing in

the closet, "I aain!"

"Your own face is welco

his mustache and royal "And Heaven forfend that another such ride

falls my lot" He smiled at the ruddy heap in the fireplace

What a ride, indeed! For nearly teeks he had ridden over hills and

es, access deep and shallow streams,

sometimes beneath the sun, sometimes beneath the moon or the stars,

soht storms, always

and ever toward Paris He had been harried by straggling Spaniards; he

had drawn his sword three times in unavoidable tavern brawls; he had

been robbed of his purse; he had even pawned his signet-ring for a

night's lodging: all because Mazarin had asked a question which only

the pope could answer

Paris at last!--Paris the fanciful, the illogical, the changeable, the