MY good master, M. l'Abb Coignard, had taken me with him to sup with one of his old fellow-students, who lodged in a garret in the Rue Gt-le-Cour. Our host, a Premonstratensian Father of much learning and a fine Theologian, had fallen out with the Prior of his House for having writ a little book relating the calamities of Mam'zelle Fanchon. The ……
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