The comédie humaine . stic party which he had foughtagainst. His hatred of the men he had tried to serve was sovirulent that he would gladly have joined the coalition thatwas about to be formed among certain ambitious spirits who,at least, had one idea in common—that of shaking off the Z. MARCAS. 389 yoke of the court. But Marcas could only reply to the envoyin the words of the Hotel de Ville— It is too late! Marcas did not leave money enough to pay for his and I had great difficulty in saving him from the igno-miny of a paupers bier, and we alone followed the coffin ofZ. Marcas
The comédie humaine . stic party which he had foughtagainst. His hatred of the men he had tried to serve was sovirulent that he would gladly have joined the coalition thatwas about to be formed among certain ambitious spirits who,at least, had one idea in common—that of shaking off the Z. MARCAS. 389 yoke of the court. But Marcas could only reply to the envoyin the words of the Hotel de Ville— It is too late! Marcas did not leave money enough to pay for his and I had great difficulty in saving him from the igno-miny of a paupers bier, and we alone followed the coffin ofZ. Marcas, which was dropped into the common grave of thecemetery of Mont-Parnasse. We looked sadly at each other as we listened to this tale,the last we heard from the lips of Charles Rabourdin the daybefore he embarked at le Havre on a brig that was to conveyhim to the islands of Malay. We all knew more than oneMarcas, more than one victim of his devotion to a party, re-paid by betrayal or neglect. Les Jardies, May, .^llliippHilB:
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