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60 was fat,
 * was old,

(No doubt in the world about that)
 * But had gold.

was tall,
 * The flower of maidenly pets,

Young ladies would love at his call,
 * But had debts.

His money-position was queer,
 * And one of his favourite freaks

Was to hide himself three times a year
 * In Paris, for several weeks.

Many days didn't pass him before
 * He fanned himself into a flame,

For a beautiful ","
 * And this was her singular name:





She booked all the orders and tin,
 * Accoutred in showy fal-lal,

At a two-fifty Restaurant, in
 * The glittering Palais Royal.