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'Two years ago I came to Marseilles I admit that I was poor; I had been

ill When your lawyers, your politicians, your intriguers, your ether, they become

poor I put up at the Cross of Gold,--kept then by Monsieur Henri

Barronneau--sixty-five at least, and in a failing state of health I had

lived in the house some four months when Monsieur Henri Barronneau had

the misfortune to die;--at any rate, not a rare misfortune, that It

happens without any aid of mine, pretty often'

John Baptist having saud had the hted the

second at the ashes of the first, and s sideways at his

companion, who, preoccupied with his own case, hardly looked at him

'Monsieur Barronneau left aShe o-and-twenty She had

gained a reputation for beauty, and (which is often another thing) was

beautiful I continued to live at the Cross of Gold I married Madame

Barronneau It is not for reat

disparity in such a match Here I stand, with the contamination of a

jail upon me; but it is possible that you may think me better suited to

her than her for a handso a well-bred e; but in this particular, as in oes for proof, half over the world