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Hanaud was quite genuinely relieved to find himself once more upon the open terrace of the Château Suvlac. He laughed in a low, quiet rumble of a voice which to Mr. Ricardo sounded peculiarly alarming. He nodded at Ricardo with a gleaming eye.
"You have a poem. I know him. He is a very fine poem. Life is real, life is earnest, and the grave is certainly somebody's goal. Yes, I am of a pleasant humour. For we are nearer to the truth. Now we will see what it is that our excellent gendarme there is guarding for our inspection."