On the morning of the second of April, an hour before Mirabeau yielded up his last breath, a superior officer of the navy, wearing his full dress uniform of captain, entered the Tuileries Palace like one to whom the ways were familiar.
He took the private stairs to the King's apartments, where, by the study, a valet saw him and uttered a cry of surprise.
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