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"Here's the history of Ravenouillet," continued Bixiou, when the three friends reached the boulevard. "In 1831 Massol, the councillor of state who is dealing with your case, was a lawyer-journalist who at that time never thought of being more than Keeper of the Seals, and deigned to have King Louis-Philippe on his throne. Forgive his ambition, he's from Carcassonne.

After this allusion to the mysterious murder which had made me fatherless, he went on to say: "And, by-the-bye, have you seen M. Massol again?" "No," said I, "not since the other day." "He is a very intelligent man. At the time of that terrible affair, I had a great deal of talk with him, in my capacity as the intimate friend of both your father and mother.

"Ah! there he is now! crossing the track." I started in pursuit of the man, followed by my two acolytes, or rather followed by one of them, for the other, Massol, proved himself to be a runner of exceptional speed and endurance. In a few moments, he had made an appreciable gain upon the fugitive. The man noticed it, leaped over a hedge, scampered across a meadow, and entered a thick grove.

"Yes," I continued, "very interesting. I passed two hours with M. Massol." I had reckoned a good deal on the effect of this name, which must have instantly recalled the inquiry into the mystery of the Imperial Hotel to his memory. The muscles of his face did not move. He laid down the tongs, leaned back in his chair, and said in an absent manner: "The former Judge of Instruction?

Lousteau, the literary cadger, la Palferine and Malaga, Massol, Vauvinet, and Theodore Gaillard, a proprietor of one of the most important political newspapers, completed the party.

To this M. Massol said "No; for M. Cornelis, who was very observant, and who, besides, was on his guard this is evident from his last words when he left you would have recognized him by his voice, his glance, and his attitude. A man cannot change his height and his figure, although he may change his face."

"Who are you?" asked the Duchess, without any pretence at politeness, as she looked at Asie from head to foot; for Asie, though she might be taken for a Baroness by Maitre Massol in the Salle des Pas-Perdus, when she stood on the carpet in the boudoir of the Hotel de Cadignan, looked like a splash of mud on a white satin gown.

"Yes, madame," replied the countryman, dazzled by such rapid success. "But Massol will be there," said Bixiou. "Well, what of that?" returned Jenny. "Come, we must part, my treasures; I must go to the theatre."

Massol, one of those lawyers who mistake the faculty of endless speech for eloquence, who possess the art of boring by diffusiveness, the torment of all meetings and assemblies where they belittle everything, and who desire to become personages at any cost, Massol no longer wanted the place as Keeper of the Seals; he had seen some five or six different men go through that office in four years, and the robes disgusted him.

Ha! that meddling prefect! he shall pay dear for this; I'll have his life if I have to give mine on the scaffold " "Which state councillor presides over your section?" "A former newspaper man, doesn't pay ten sous in taxes, his name is Massol." The two Parisians exchanged glances. "Who is the commissioner who is making the report?"

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