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232 Tut!—Red or white?—Some bread for Monsieur de Carbon!—a knife! Pass your plate!—a little of the crust? Some more? Let me help you!—Some champagne?—A wing?

How I worship her!

What will you?

Nothing.

Nay, nay, take this biscuit, steeped in muscat; come!… but two drops!

Oh! tell me why you came?

Wait, my first duty is to these poor fellows.—Hush! In a few minutes…

De Guiche!