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THE BEGINNING OF A DRAMA.
"There is an intelligent man, who never questions his ideas," said Dorsenne to himself, when the Marquis had left him.

"He is like the Socialists.

What vigor of mind in that old wornout machine!" And for a brief moment he watched, with a glance in which there was at least as much admiration as pity, the Marquis, who was disappearing down the Rue de la Propagande, and who walked at the rapid pace characteristic of monomaniacs.

They follow their thoughts instead of heeding objects.
However, the care he exercised in avoiding the sun's line for the shade attested the instincts of an old Roman, who knew the danger of the first rays of spring beneath that blue sky.