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460 She jumped up, rubbed her forehead with her hand and pounded with her heels.

"I have found it out already! Mesdames and messieurs, and you dear little old man, and you, children, help yourselves; your little heads should be gay and happy."

"To the shinkárka's health! to the shinkárka's health!"

"Thank you; I drink to my health, and again she flew to the piano and sang:—

And it will vanish.

And it will be so! This is sure.