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kind! Honour, thrice honour! Is it not time to cry that the
       blind shall see, the deaf hear, the lame walk? But that which
       fanaticism formerly promised to its elect, science now ac-
       complishes for all men. We shall keep our readers informed
       as to the successive phases of this remarkable cure.’ ‘
         This did not prevent Mere Lefrancois, from coming five
       days after, scared, and crying out—
         ‘Help! he is dying! I am going crazy!’
          Charles rushed to the ‘Lion d’Or,’ and the chemist, who
       caught sight of him passing along the Place hatless, aban-
       doned his shop. He appeared himself breathless, red, anxious,
       and asking everyone who was going up the stairs—
         ‘Why,  what’s  the  matter  with  our  interesting  strepho-
       pode?’
         The strephopode was writhing in hideous convulsions,
       so  that  the  machine  in  which  his  leg  was  enclosed  was
       knocked against the wall enough to break it.
          With many precautions, in order not to disturb the posi-
       tion of the limb, the box was removed, and an awful sight
       presented  itself.  The  outlines  of  the  foot  disappeared  in
       such a swelling that the entire skin seemed about to burst,
       and it was covered with ecchymosis, caused by the famous
       machine.  Hippolyte  had  already  complained  of  suffering
       from it. No attention had been paid to him; they had to ac-
       knowledge that he had not been altogether wrong, and he
       was freed for a few hours. But, hardly had the oedema gone
       down to some extent, than the two savants thought fit to
       put back the limb in the apparatus, strapping it tighter to
       hasten matters. At last, three days after, Hippolyte being
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