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on our bicycles. On being referred to me, he demanded my permit, which I naturally refused to exhibit, until he had proved his authority to ask for it. He then produced, from his pocket-book, a printed paper, which appeared to be the document required. I showed my permit accordingly; whereupon, with a satirical smile, and the remark,
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Une simple formalité, Monsieur, the insuppressible strolled off. Insolent officialism is one of the
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of France, to which a few more years of democratic supremacy will probably expose this country also. A breach of that
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as he called it, would inevitably have brought me to the sub-prefecture, and would have cost me thirty francs and costs, for each machine. Let cyclists in France see that they comply with all