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THE NEW CARTHAGE
the profound bow of a notary who receives an important visitor.
Dupoissy rolled like a torn package into the middle of the street, between the two sidewalks. Béjard saw him pick himself up, dust himself, and take himself off, like a slug, keeping close to the walls of the houses.
Then, slowly and accurately, without paying any further attention to the derelict, the great man released the swinging door, and entered the temple where he was being awaited by the felicitations and the homage of a mob ready to treat him as they had treated Dupoissy on the day that Fortune should cease to so patiently choose him as her favorite.
