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THE MARK IN THE PAPER.
Chaudiere was nearing the last of its nine-days' wonder.

It had filed past the doorway of the tailor-shop; it had loitered on the other side of the street; it had been measured for more clothes than in three months past--that it might see Charley at work in the shop, cross-legged on a bench, or wielding the goose, his eye glass in his eye.

Here was sensation indeed, for though old M.Rossignol, the Seigneur, had an eye-glass, it was held to his eye--a large bone-bound thing with a little gold handle; but no one in Chaudiere had ever worn a glass in his eye like that.

Also, no one in Chaudiere had ever looked quite like "M'sieu'"-- for so it was that, after the first few days (a real tribute to his importance and sign of the interest he created) Charley came to be called "M'sieu'," and the Mallard was at last entirely dropped.
Presently people came and stood at the tailor's door and talked, or listened to Louis Trudel and M'sieu' talking.