Balsamo was punctual and found, at six o'clock, Marat and his servant, a woman of all work, decking up the room with flowers in a vase in honor of the visitor. At sight of the master, the surgeon blushed more plainly than was becoming in a stoic.
"Where are we first going?" asked Balsamo when they got down to the street door.
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