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 when my servant brought me the card of Alexandre Le Mansel, and said
that the gentleman was waiting for me in the ante-room. "I was in my
study consulting with a colleague on a matter of some importance.
However, I begged him to excuse me for a moment while I hurried to greet
my old friend. I found he had grown very old, bald, haggard, and
terribly emaciated. I took him by the arm and led him into the _salon_.
"'I am glad to see you again,' he said, 'and I have much to tell you. I
am exposed to the most unheard-of persecutions. But I have courage, and
I shall struggle bravely, and I shall triumph over my enemies.' "These
words disquieted me, as they would have disquieted in my place any other
nerve specialist. I recognised a symptom of the disease which, by the
fatal laws of heredity, menaced my friend, and which had appeared to be
checked. "'My dear friend,' I said, 'we will talk about that presently.
Wait here a moment. I just want to finish something. In the meantime
take a book and amuse yourself.' "You know I have a great number of
books, and my drawing-room contains about six thousand volumes in three
mahogany book-cases. Why, then, should my unfortunate friend choose the
very one likely to do him harm, and open it at that fatal page? I
conferred some twenty minutes longer with my colleague, and having taken
leave of him I returned to the room where I had left Le Mansel. I found
the unfortunate man in the most fearful condition. He struck a book that
lay open before him and, which I at once recognised 

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