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, Lucile, how can you sing that song! I never hear it without thinking that the poet who wrote it is now languishing in prison.

? That's so. Our poor Églantine. They shut him up in the Luxembourg, sick as he was! Oh, well, he'll come out.

troppo!

what does that mean? Something naughty, I know.

sad, and only too true.

, you gloomy men! Fabre will be released, I tell you. Are we not here to help him?

himself could do nothing to save him.

, perhaps. But when Camille takes his pen in hand, and writes all he thinks, you'll see the jail gates open of their own accord!

whom?

the tyrants!

shepherdess, you had better keep an eye on your sheep! "Bring them back safe to the sheepfold again!" Remember your songA servant enters and takes the baby from ''; then carries him out.  whispers to her, leaves the room, and returns a moment later. During the entire scene she walks about, busied with various domestic''