An alarmingly shabby individual rushed from the Chambre des Députés, and sought the Quai d'Orsay (Foreign Office) nearby with swift nervous strides. As its portals flashed open before him, he tossed his battered felt hat to a flunkey and bellowed questions and commands in a rich throaty voice. Almost before the Foreign Office secretaries could answer or obey, he had seized his hat again, jammed it down over his thick mane of hair and rushed back to le Chambre. The individual who thus hectically disported himself throughout the week, was, of course,...
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