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"Mauclair! Poor devil! He is dead!"
But Mr. Commissary Mifroid, whom nothing surprised, was stooping over that big body.
"No," he said, "he is dead-drunk, which is not quite the same thing."
(Chapter XX)
he had loved an angel and now he despised a woman!
(Chapter VIII)