Castel-le-Gachis was beginning to
send up its smoke against the golden East; and the church bell was
ringing six.
"My guitar is a familiar spirit," said Leon, as he and Elvira took
the nearest way towards the inn, "it resuscitated a Commissary,
created an English tourist, and reconciled a man and wife."
Stubbs, on his part, went off into the morning with reflections of
his own.
"They are all mad," thought he, "all mad - but wonderfully decent."
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