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Rh Flasks of rubies!—[and white wine]—Flasks of topaz!

Unfold me that napkin!—Come, come! be nimble!

Each of the carriage-lamps is a little larder!

I must speak with you ere you speak to her.

My whip-handle is an Aries sausage!

Since we are to die, let the rest of the army shift for itself. All for the Gascons! And mark! if De Guiche comes, let no one invite him!

There! there! You have time enough! Do not eat too fast!—Drink a little.—Why are you crying?

It is all so good!…