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Rh Ah, gentlemen! she is fearfully—terribly—ravishing!

When one looks at her one thinks of a peach smiling at a strawberry!

And what freshness! A man approaching her too near might chance to get a bad chill at the heart?

'Tis she!

Ah! is it she?

Ay, tell me quick,—I am afraid.

Magdaleine Robin—Roxane, so called! A subtle wit—a précieuse.

Woe is me!