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Upon this he said his name was François, and that in the catacombs he had gotten into a labyrinth of wet passages and seen no light anywhere. ’Indeed,’ he said, ’if we venture in and lose power to come back whither we started, we may never get out alive. What with the bewilderment of many crossings, underground ways, and the armies of rats, it is a mad resort.’ This notion of the rats, I confess, made me quail. So the end of it was that our new hope became but a new despair. _Mon Dieu_! ’T is a long tale.