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XXXII

“Does not your master give a rout to-night?”

Quoth the dark page; “Oh, no!” return’d the Swiss,

“Next door but one to us, upon the right,

The Magazin des Modes now open is

Against the Emperor’s wedding;⁠—and, sir, this

My master finds a monstrous horrid bore;

As he retired, an hour ago I wis,

With his best beard and brimstone, to explore

And cast a quiet figure in his second floor.