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By this time Tantaine was in the Champs Élysées, and stared anxiously around. "If my Toto makes no mistake," muttered he, "surely my order was plain enough."
The old man got very cross as he at last perceived the missing lad conversing with the proprietor of a pie-stall, having evidently been doing a little jawing with him.