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first years of his • life as a Doctor of Medicine were 

 dull ; for, in the winter after he had passed, he went 

 to Paris further to carry on his beloved study of 

 anatomy ; Paris, in those days, being considered the 

 best place for this, owing to the greater supply of 

 bodies to be had there. During the following 

 spring he was in the midst of the turbulence and 

 disorder which drove Louis Philippe from the 

 throne of France. Unfortunately, George Kingsley 

 kept no regular written diary of these times. He 

 would often talk of them, fixing on the minds of his 

 listeners visions that remain there like the memories 

 of pictures seen long ago — a room in the hotel in 

 the Rue Basse du Rampart, with its floor strewn 

 with the wounded ; a woman dipping her finger in 

 the blood of a camarade, and scrawling a mort Guizot 

 on the wall ; a solitary chasseur, a bronzed veteran 

 of the old school, mounted on a great horse, grim, 

 silent, vicious, slashing his way through a yelling 

 crowd, his sword leaping down right and left, left 

 and right, like a white flame in the pale, mad face. 

 Of course, George Kingsley was not a man who 

 could stand calmly by while other men were 

 fighting, Esquemeling says that the buccaneers 

 who followed the fortunes of that desperate ruffian 

 Lolonois deemed it to be 'a matter of most 

 admirable security to expose themselves to the 

 hugest dangers that might possibly occur,' George 

 Kingsley, in the days of his youth, was quite of 

 that way of thinking. Moreover, his mind was, at 



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