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Text for Page 089 [06-14-1855]

He was a slowish speaking man of perhaps fifty, dark haired and
possessing a mania for lectures, as subsequently appeared.  Also
he was a Maine Law man, (which I discovered on asking him to
take a drink.)     By his suggestion we started for the Hotel de Ville,
he leaving us for the purpose of fetching his wife, but we saw him no
more that day.    All round three sides of the huge building were people
standing en queue, some four deep, waiting to be admitted to lend the
Emperor money.     They were of all classes, and indeed the loan re-
quired was fitted up long before half the crowd had gained access. (Here�s
about the best proof of confidence conceivable, as people will often risk
their lives where they wouldn�t their money.)     Access being rendered on
the production of passports, we went through the building, which on
the previous night had been the scene of a ball given to the King of
Portugal by the Emperor.   Finely furnished rooms, gold fringe, fresco-
paintings, great and ingeniously arranged mirrors, waxed floors, a
stream of people and gorgeous upholstery generally held our attention until
near 4, and then we adjourned to Notre Dame.     After gazing
up at the great towers, from the steps of a building opposite, we entered
the Cathedral, by one of the curiously ornamented doorways spoken of
by Hugo, in the noblest, and most complete romance ever written.  Ser
vice was being performed, women kneeled on chairs, soldiers and
spectators straggled in and out, and an ugly man behind a sort of
counter at the bottom of a column, proffered a mangy painter�s brush dip-
ped in holy water to believers.     Very few men were devotional, and
those priests, very ill-looking priests.    / I may say this too, generally
of the tribe in Paris.  You see heavy sensual faces, mean, slinking
ones, cunning vicious ones, intolerant, cruel ones � all Priests.  I don�t               
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