Le Comte de Sabron, in the undress uniform of captain in the ---- Cavalry, sat smoking and thinking.... What is the use of being thirty years old with the brevet of captain and much distinction of family if you are a poor man--in short, what is the good of anything if you are alone in the world and no one cares what becomes of you? "_Que diable_ is the noise in the stable, Brunet? Don't you know that when I smoke at this hour all Tarascon must be kept utterly silent?"…
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