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Rh Ventrebieu! Who goes there?

Bergerac.

Ventrebieu!

Who goes there?

Bergerac, idiot!

Heavens!

Hush!

Wounded?

Oh! you know it has become their custom to shoot at me every morning and to miss me.

This passes all! To take letters at each day's dawn. To risk…