Philip was ignorant of Balsamo's address but he remembered that of the lady who he said had harbored Andrea. The Marchioness of Savigny's maid supplied him with the directions, and it was not without profound emotion that he stood before the house in St. Claude Street, where he conjectured Andrea's repose and honor were entombed.
He knocked at the door with a sure enough hand, and, as was the habit, the door was opened.
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