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." From the dining-hall there came distinctly the Chevalier's voice lifted in song.

He was singing one of Victor's triolets which the poet had joined to music: "_When Ma'm'selle drinks from her satin shoe, I drink the wine from her radiant eyes; And we sit in a casement made for two When Ma'm'selle drinks from her satin shoe With a Bacchante's love for a Bacchic brew! Then kiss the grape, for the midnight flies When Ma'm'selle drinks from her satin shoe, And I the wine from her radiant eyes!_" "Madame, he sings well," said the marquis, whimsically.

"What was it the Jesuits said?
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