M.Bigourd maliciously declared that he told each party what the other party thought of it.
In truth he had on several occasions been guilty of regrettable indiscretions, which were overlooked as being the freedoms of a soldier who knew nothing of intrigue.

Every morning he went to see Chatillon, whom he treated with the cordial roughness of a brother in arms.
"Well, old buffer, so you are popular," said he to him.

"Your phiz is sold on the heads of pipes and on liqueur bottles and every drunkard in Alca spits out your name as he rolls in the gutter.

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