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On our side the fire had done no more than scorch

We went down the lane, by the body of the man in black, sodden now from the overnight hail, and broke into the woods...

The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day

Passepartout was delighted. His master's last exploit, the consequences of which he ignored, enchanted him. Never had the crew seen so jolly and dexterous...