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The Viscount Murk received very gravely M. Becelaer de Lawoestine's assurance that Monseigneur the Duke of Orleans was at the moment, and had been for months past, in Paris.
"_Enfin_," said this gentleman, "if report is to be believed, it is the most timely place for him. At least he will not put himself at the head of the emigrants," he added, with a husky little laugh.