He 's a clever youth--are n't you, Peroquin?
You have made many a night journey about Paris, have n't you?
See that you earn your twenty francs to-night, too!" That the coachman was also in the service of the secret police the young man knew very well; but he did not betray his knowledge by word or mien.
The blouse-wearer now shook hands cordially with the young man, and said: "Adieu, citizen.

I beg your pardon if I offended you.

I 'll leave you now.

I am going to my wife, or to the tavern; who can tell the future ?" He waited until the young man had entered the coach with his charge; then, instead of betaking himself to his wife or to the tavern, he crossed the street, and took up his station in the recess of a doorway opposite the house with the swinging lantern.

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