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129 Ah, Sir ! If you but knew my admiration ! . ..

But all those noses ? . ..

Oh ! I take them back t

Roxane expects a letter.

Woe the day !

How?

I am lost if I but ope my lips I

Why so ?

I am a fool could die for shame !

None is a fool who knows himself a fool And you did not attack me like a fool.

Bah ! One finds battle-cry to lead th' assault! I have a certain military wit, But, before women, can but hold my tongue. Their eyes ! True, when I pass, their eyes are kind. .