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98 On his brow he bears the genius-stamp; He is proud, noble, young, intrepid, fair…

Fair!

Why, what ails you?

Nothing; 'tis… This scratch!

I love him; all is said. But you must know I have only seen him at the Comedy…

How? You have never spoken?

Eyes can speak.

How know you then that he…?

Oh! people talk Neath the limes in the Place Royale … Gossip's chat Has let me know…