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Yes, I had one once when I was in France fair France the belle of all countries! But the name is gone -gone like the great history I was writing. Yes, and it will never come back, never!" And the man in yellow threw up his hands despairingly. "Was not your name Pierre Dunrot?" asked Giant, quickly. The strange man staggered back as if shot. "Pierre Dunrot? Pierre Dunrot?" he repeated slowly.
Once at the camp, Pierre Dunrot was given some clean garments, and before donning them he took a bath in the lake. When he had put on the clean clothing he looked like a different individual. Of course Giant was anxious to get home at once, and his chums could not blame him. The others wanted to take the bear to town, and so it was decided that the return home should begin the next morning.
"She arrived in this country when she was about sixteen years of age, coming with an uncle, who was her guardian. My uncle's name was Pierre Dunrot, and he was by profession a teacher of ancient history." "No wonder you always get your history lessons so easily," was Whopper's comment. "It must run in the blood." "You keep quiet, Whopper, and let Giant tell us about this money," interposed Snap.
"Yes! yes! That was my name! How how did you know it?" "Because you are my uncle!" gasped Giant, coming to the strange man's side. "You are Pierre Dunrot, my long-lost uncle." "Your uncle?" "Yes, my uncle.
Then Pierre Dunrot had his say. He was greatly excited over coming back, and that night had to be placed in a physician's care. Dr. Reed attended him, and came to see the former hermit for a week. Pierre Dunrot had quite a severe spell of sickness, mostly due to his weak brain, but when he got over it he was clearer-minded than he had been for years. "The past is like some awful dream," he said.
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