THE MYSTERY OF MADELINE LE BLANC.
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"No, nor I," said Monsieur.
The diligence had rolled along through Fontainebleau, across the Seine at Melan, through Gros-bois (where many a noble has found refuge in stormy times at the metropolis) over the Marne by way of the ancient bridge at Charenton, and entered Paris from the southeast. The night had. already come to its fullness, and it was very dark.
