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one too strong for words: one feels that one
was made for love as well as for war, and that
one could forgive the fair owner everything
were she only to come back! Why did she
ever go away? She does not know what she
has lost by her absence!”
“She will know it when she comes back!”
said the Doctor.
“Alas! it will be too late—too late! I
shall already be gone. I shall be in Paris!”
Overflowing with tenderness Adalbert sat
silent, stroking his little porcupine
moustache.
“Why do you look at me like that?” he
exclaimed, waking from his dreams.
“I was thinking about that word the girl
with the sabot said to you. It suddenly struck
me . . . wasn’t it crapaud that she said?”
“Yes, that’s the word; how clever of you.
What on earth does it mean?”
“It means a Toad,” said the Doctor, rising
from his seat.
But nothing happened.
“The vulgar insults of a peasant girl
cannot reach Count von Schoenbein,” said
Adalbert loftily. “I have forgiven her once
and I forgive her again. Paris! Paris!” he
went on in rapture. “What a fascination
in the very name! Paris with its gay
boulevards, its theatres, its cafés-chantants, its
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