habitually on the ground； where he seemed to be looking for something。
At four o'clock an old woman arrived； to take him Heaven knows where；
which she did by towing him along by the arm； as a young girl drags a
wilful goat which still wants to browse by the wayside。 This old man
was a horrible thing to see。
In the afternoon of the day when Jules Desmarets left Paris； his
travelling…carriage； in which he was alone； passed rapidly through the
rue de l'Est； and came out upon the esplanade of the Observatoire at
the moment when the old man； leaning against a tree； had allowed his
cane to be taken from his hand amid the noisy vociferations of the
players； pacifically irritated。 Jules； thinking that he recognized
that face； felt an impulse to stop； and at the same instant the
carriage came to a standstill； for the postilion； hemmed in by some
handcarts； had too much respect for the game to call upon the players
to make way for him。
〃It is he！〃 said Jules； beholding in that human wreck； Ferragus
XXIII。； chief of the Devorants。 Then； after a pause； he added； 〃How he
loved her！Go on； postilion。〃
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