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Yet during the day the square was gay enough Officers in spurs clanked

across, wide capes blowing in the wind Cos of fried potatoes froht

under the feet of passers-by, and over all leered the sardonic face of

Jean Bart, pirate and privateer

Sara Lee went out daily, but never far And she practiced French with

thethe linen sheets on

the bed

Sara Lee would repeat it some six times

"Taies d'oreiller," when the pillows came So Sara Lee called pillows

by the naht hour

when she rang the bell for the boy and asked for matches, which she

certainly did not need, with entire success

On the second night Sara Lee slept badly At two o'clock she heard a