For a week that Gilbert had been in flight from Trianon, he lived in the woods with no other food than the wild roots, plants and fruit. At the last gasp, he went into town to Rousseau's house, formerly a sure haven, not to foist himself on his hospitality, but to have temporary rest and nourishment.
It was there that he obtained the address of Baron Balsamo, or rather Count Fenix, and to his mansion he repaired.
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