The very day of my arrival, I told your wish to a guide who was showing me the place.

He told me that a friend of his, a little Jew broker by the name of Ritter, wanted to sell a very fine anatomical specimen that had belonged to the estate.

I ran to the Jew's, examined the mummy, for such it was, and, without any haggling, paid the price he asked.

But the next day, a friend of Humboldt, Professor Hirtz, told me the history of this shred of a man, which had been lying around the shop for more than ten years, and never belonged to Humboldt at all.
Where the deuce has Gothon stowed it?
Ah! Mlle.

Clementine is sitting on it." Clementine attempted to rise, but Leon made her keep seated.
"We have plenty of time," said he, "to take a look at the old baggage; meanwhile you can well imagine that it is not a very cheerful sight.
This is the history that good old Hirtz told me; he promised to send me, in addition, a copy of a very curious memoir on the same subject.
Don't go yet, my dear Mademoiselle Sambucco; I have a little military and scientific romance for you.