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Toda mi alma, To my eyes in flame,
Es en mi ojos, All my soul doth come;
Porque ensenas, For instruction meet
A tuas piernas. I receive at thy feet”

Fantine alone refused to swing.
‘I don’t like to have people put on airs like that,’ muttered
Favourite, with a good deal of acrimony.
After leaving the asses there was a fresh delight; they
crossed the Seine in a boat, and proceeding from Passy on
foot they reached the barrier of l’Etoile. They had been up
since five o’clock that morning, as the reader will remem-
ber; but bah! there is no such thing as fatigue on Sunday,
said Favourite; on Sunday fatigue does not work.
About three o’clock the four couples, frightened at their
happiness, were sliding down the Russian mountains, a sin-
gular edifice which then occupied the heights of Beaujon,
and whose undulating line was visible above the trees of the
Champs Elysees.
From time to time Favourite exclaimed:—
‘And the surprise? I claim the surprise.’
‘Patience,’ replied Tholomyes.

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