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"Pardon, Monsieur the Marquis!" said a ragged and submissive man,

"it is a child."

"Why does he make that abominable noise? Is it his child?"

"Excuse me, Monsieur the Marquis--it is a pity--yes."

The fountain was a little removed; for the street opened, where

it was, into a space some ten or twelve yards square. As the tall

man suddenly got up from the ground, and came running at the

carriage, Monsieur the Marquis clapped his hand for an instant on

his sword-hilt.

"Killed!" shrieked the man, in wild desperation, extending both

arms at their length above his head, and staring at him. "Dead!"