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CHAPTER XXIV.
One fine, frosty Sunday in November, Frances and I took a long walk; we made the tour of the city by the Boulevards; and, afterwards, Frances being a little tired, we sat down on one of those wayside seats placed under the trees, at intervals, for the accommodation of the weary. Frances was telling me about Switzerland; the subject animated her; and I was just thinking that her eyes spoke full as eloquently as her tongue, when she stopped and remarked—
"Monsieur, there is a gentleman who knows you."
I looked up; three fashionably dressed men were just then passing—Englishmen, I knew by
