One morning last week a small grey limousine drove out of Paris' Santé Prison, bearing to freedom the chubby onetime pastry cook who is acting secretary general of France's Communist Party, the second largest in Western Europe. Jacques Duclos, who had been in the pokey for nearly five weeks on a conspiracy charge, listened happily to the cheers of some 50 friends, admirers and fellow troublemakers gathered outside. The car stopped; Mme. Duclos rushed up, bussed her husband soundly on both cheeks, handed him a bunch of red gladiolas and got in beside him. Then the grey limousine drove away.
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