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In the early morning of the 10th of August a young man, wearing the uniform of the National Guards, was arrested in the Champs Elysées by a patrol of the very corps to which he presumably belonged. This young man -- of a bright, confident complexion, crisp gold hair, and a rather girlish turn of feature -- took his mishap with an admirable _sang-froid_.
"Very well, my friends," he said. "And I am arrested on suspicion -- of what?"