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He
knew
that
when
the
beer
was
placed
in
front
of
him
,
he
would
drink
it
;
and
then
what
would
he
do
at
eleven
o'clock
?
So
he
walked
on
,
intending
to
go
as
far
as
the
Madeleine
and
return
.
When
he
reached
the
Place
de
l'Opera
,
a
tall
,
young
man
passed
him
,
whose
face
he
fancied
was
familiar
.
He
followed
him
,
repeating
:
"
Where
the
deuce
have
I
seen
that
fellow
?
"
For
a
time
he
racked
his
brain
in
vain
;
then
suddenly
he
saw
the
same
man
,
but
not
so
corpulent
and
more
youthful
,
attired
in
the
uniform
of
a
Hussar
.
He
exclaimed
:
"
Wait
,
Forestier
!
"
and
hastening
up
to
him
,
laid
his
hand
upon
the
man
's
shoulder
.
The
latter
turned
,
looked
at
him
,
and
said
:
"
What
do
you
want
,
sir
?
"
Duroy
began
to
laugh
:
"
Do
n't
you
remember
me
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Not
remember
Georges
Duroy
of
the
Sixth
Hussars
.
"
Forestier
extended
both
hands
.
"
Ah
,
my
dear
fellow
,
how
are
you
?
"
"
Very
well
.
And
how
are
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
am
not
very
well
.
I
cough
six
months
out
of
the
twelve
as
a
result
of
bronchitis
contracted
at
Bougival
,
about
the
time
of
my
return
to
Paris
four
years
ago
.
"
