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CHAPTER IX A VISIT FROM MY UNCLE May 5th. A letter from M. Mouillard breathing fire and fury. Were I not so low spirited I could laugh at it. He would have liked me, after taking my degree at two in the afternoon, to take the train for Bourges the same evening, where my uncle, his practice, and provincial bliss awaited me. M. Mouillard's friends had had due notice, and would have come to meet me at the station. In short, I am