I left that paper lying about when I copied it.

I have killed my benefactor; I shall die myself.

Such a noble man!--a man who ought to be minister!" Poiret [blowing his nose].

"Then it is true he wrote the report." Sebastien [still sobbing].

"But it was to--there, I was going to tell his secrets! Ah! that wretch of a Dutocq; it was he who stole the paper." His tears and sobs recommenced and made so much noise that Rabourdin came up to see what was the matter.