"That is a truth that does not at present apply to me," said
Andre-Louis. "For it is the first time in my life that I look what
I am."
Mademoiselle curled her lip a little further, and turned her shoulder
to him. But the others thought him very witty - probably because he
was obscure. Columbine encouraged him with a friendly smile that
displayed her large white teeth, and M. Binet swore yet once again
that he would be a great success, since he threw himself with such
spirit into the undertaking. Then in a voice that for the moment
he appeared to have borrowed from the roaring captain, M. Binet
marshalled them for the short parade across to the market-hall.
The new Scaramouche fell into place beside Rhodomont. The old one,
hobbling on a crutch, had departed an hour ago to take the place of
doorkeeper, vacated of necessity by Andre-Louis. So that the
exchange between those two was a complete one.
Headed by Polichinelle banging his great drum and Pierrot blowing
his trumpet, they set out, and were duly passed in review by the
ragamuffins drawn up in files to enjoy so much of the spectacle as
was to be obtained for nothing.
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