Napoleon in 1812 - Chapter 72
As the year 1812 was about to come to an end, Carnot recalled the past, while quietly drinking coffee and taking care of all of today’s duties. He had spent nearly four months here on Rochechouart Street. The view of the street past 10 p.m. was not magnificent, but elegant and very quiet.
“Sometimes I feel like he knows my tastes and tendencies ahead of time. Obviously it’s normal to be uncomfortable… Hmm.”
Carnot muttered quietly.
Recalling Napoleon Bonaparte, the strange man, Carnot greeted the cold wind of the night.
