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OF MY SECOND JOURNEY TO CANAPLES.
An hour after I had quitted the Hotel de Luynes, Michelot and I left Paris by the barrier St.Michel and took the Orleans road.

How different it looked in the bright June sunshine, to the picture which it had presented to our eyes on that February evening, four months ago, when last we had set out upon that same journey! Not only in nature had a change been wrought, but in my very self.

My journey then had been aimless, and I had scarcely known whither I was bound nor had I fostered any great concern thereon.

Now I rode in hot haste with a determined purpose, a man of altered fortunes and altered character.
Into Choisy we clattered at a brisk pace, but at the sight of the inn of the Connetable such memories surged up that I was forced to draw rein and call for a cup of Anjou, which I drank in the saddle.