But in his long journey to Paris he had often to regret this abode which he had cursed. Sore, wearied, famished for he had lost his coin he fell in the dusty highway, but with clenched fists and eyes glaring with rage.
"Out of the way, there!" yelled a hoarse voice, amid cracking of a whip.
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