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wanders, restless always, his eye on every boat that comes in and out of the harbour. Through the mist he peers out, always looking, looking. He has seen and done great things in his day. He has met famous men. And now he is condemned to be an exile. His uniform, which he wears still, and his large supply of gold, which he guards constantly, and his dreams, are the only links with his adventurous past.

Now he sits on the bright red cliff, his chin on his hand, his other hand idly pelting stones into the water. He remembers it all so well. He was born in Paris, in 1766. It seems so long ago. He entered the army. He served in the army of Ireland; in the campaign against the Russians and Austrians. Taken prisoner. Released. He returned to France and was employed by Napoleon in important military duties; but fate showered him with ups and downs. At the restoration he was deprived of his high military post and he retired. He joined Napoleon on his return from Elba and was made marshal and peer of France. War! More than that—VVaterloo! He was appointed to command the right wing to pursue the Prussians. After this disastrous battle had taken place, he gathered up the wreck of Napoleon’s army and retired to Paris. He resigned his command but he was court- martialled for his failure at Waterloo.

The exile’s face grows stern and grey at the recollec- tion of his misfortune and humiliation. His hands drop idly by his sides. Around the cliff some youngsters laugh and shout to him, but he hears them not. His mind is far, far away in his beloved France. Then, Emmanuel, Marquis de Grouchy, marshal of France, remembers his gold, and hurries back to the hiding-place.