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ALFRED DE ROSANN. 55 use of by De Rosann, when he exposed the villany of La Motte.. “Miserable wretch!” cried the banker; “I know not whether you bea Count or not, nor do I care: but one thing is very certain, that you are nothing more than an arrant swindler—an adventurer—a thief. Do you for one moment imagine that I be- lieved an atom of your extravagant tales—your Rol- dans—your castles—your revenues—and your es- tates? Do you fancy I was blinded by your specious stories—your bounty towards De Rosann—your matrimonial speculations in his favour? Begone; and no longer sully this office with your presence!”’ “If De Rosann have said one word to you—”’ eommenced Belle-Rose. “He has not uttered a senténce to your prejudice, save the damning fact of your having stolen the pa- pers from him at Havre,” cried the infuriate banker. “Tis all the same; I may as well inform you what kind of a person your friend De Rosann is,’”’ exclaimed Belle-Rose, coolly: and he was about to unfold all the disagreeable events in our hero’s life, when Mr. Robson sprung forward, seized the wretch by the arm, and thrust him out of the office, anathematizing him as “a calumniator and a thief.’’ The discomfited Pierre did not think it worth while to trouble Mr. Robson any farther, but made his exit from the bank, muttering curses against the English, and exclamations of joy in the same breath, when he recollected the sum of money he now pos- sessed. ‘“ After all,’’? said he, “ London is a misera- bie city, compared to my dear Paris: acat cannot live by swindling in the former; and a whole menagerie of wild beasts may prey with impunity on the worthy eitizens of the latter. If it were not so devilish con- venient to bea Count in England, and so inconvenient —not to say ungentlemanly—to go to the galleys in France, I would return to Paris forthwith. As it is, let us try London a little longer.’’ With these words he cocked his hat on one side, CORMICLOO© S (Ec)