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of his eyes There had been suardens of

La Place Royale when he had been pointed out as one of the handsohts, the cymbals and trumpets of

les beaux ht

pearls and ropes of precious stones, the lisping andof

silks, the variety of colors, the fair dames with their hoods, their

masks, their elaborate coiffures, the crowds in the balconies! All the

celebrities of courtthe Place; and to be

identified as one above old

could not buy

"My faith! but this has been a day," he ed nails "Till I entered this tub there was nothing but lead

inbut marble on one, the soles loose, the heels cracked And that

cloak! The mud on the skirts is a week old And that scabbard was nehen I left Paris When I came up I looked like a swashbuckler in one

of Scudéry's plays I let no one see nizedridden fro neither his clothes nor his

horse, without losing some particle of his fastidiousness, and, body of

Bacchus! I have lost no small particle of mine"