IN WHICH M. DUCORNEAU UNDERSTANDS NOTHING OF WHAT IS PASSING
Don Manoël was less yellow than usual, that is to say, he was more red. He had just been having a fierce altercation with his valet, and they were still disputing when Beausire entered.
"Come, M. Beausire, and set us right," said the valet.
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