"—At your service, monsieur angel."
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"—Cucugnan, you say….
"The angel then opened his great book and leafed through it, licking his finger to turn the page….
"—Cucugnan, he gave a long sigh…. Monsieur Martin, we have no one here in purgatory from Cucugnan.
"—Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! No one from Cucugnan! Oh, Good Lord! So, where, forgive me, in heaven's name, are they, then?
"—Well! holy man, they are in paradise. Where on earth did you expect them to be?
"—But I've just come from there.
"—You've come from there!… And?
"—And! They're not there!… Oh, dear Mother of God!