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Something strange and devilish leapt into the
man's eyes, and he broke out bitterly,
"A honey-bee got into a nest of wasps--and died."
I thought of the Scarlet Woman on the hill.
Voban looked for a moment as if he might do some wild thing. His
spirit, his devilry, pleased Doltaire, and he laughed. "Who would
have thought our Voban had such wit? The trade of barber is
double-edged. Razors should be in fashion at Versailles."
Then he sat down, while Voban made a pretty show of touching off
my person. A few minutes passed so, in which the pealing of bells,
the shouting of the people, the beating of drums, and the calling
of bugles came to us clearly.
A half hour afterwards, on our way to the Intendant's palace, we
heard the Benedictus chanted in the Church of the Recollets as
we passed--hundreds kneeling outside, and responding to the chant
sung within:
"That we should be saved from our enemies, and from the hands
of all that hate us."
At the corner of a building which we passed, a little away from
the crowd, I saw a solitary cloaked figure.


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