It is 'Liberty, Equality, Fraternity.' Good-by."
He nodded to the cobbler with a fearful grimace, and strode away
quickly, in spite of not being able to lift his left foot over the
broad square of the Hotel de Ville.
Master Simon looked after him at first with a derisive smile, and
this diminutive figure, with his great head, on which a high, black
felt hat just kept its position, seemed to amuse him excessively.
All at once a thought struck him, and, like an arrow impelled from
the bow, he dashed forward and ran after Jean Paul Marat.
"Doctor Marat, Doctor Marat!" he shouted, breathless, from a
distance.
Marat stood still and looked around with a malicious glance.
"Well, what is it?" snarled he, "and who is calling my name so
loud?"
"It is I, brother Marat," answered the cobbler, panting. "I have
been running after you because you have forgotten something."
"What is it?" asked Marat, feeling in his pockets with his long
fingers." I have my handkerchief and the piece of black bread that
makes my breakfast. I have not forgotten anything."
"Yes, Jean Paul Marat, you have forgotten something," answered
Master Simon. "You were going to tell me the names of the three
chief paramours of the queen, and you have given only two--the Duke
de Coigny and Lord Adhemar. You see I have a good memory, and retain
all that you told me.
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