A Sequel to Don Juan — page 247: what you’re looking at

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238 A SEQUEL TO XCVI Scarce from his lips had this assurance gone, When, like a sun-beam suddenly o’er-cast, The lady glided from the spot whereon A moment she had stood—and thence she passed With feet that barely seemed to tread upon The pavement over which they sped so fast : The gaoler stared, suprised to find that she Had not remained to mark the prisoner free. XCVII. Following her with his eyes a little while, He murmured—“ Diew! quelle tarlle—quel pred—quelle grace | But, Ah!’ he added with sardonic smile, ‘“‘I fear there’s something wrong about the lass: Else why not wait to greet from ‘ durance vile’ This stripling ¢, And how could it come to pass That she should bring the order for release ?— Wonders, upon my word, will never cease !’’ XCVIILL. He paused, then added—‘“‘ But with such affairs ’Tis not worth while, I think, my mind to puzzle: Ma foi! the business is not mine—but their’s :-— And Fouquier-Tinville yet will have a tuzzle With some of those ungovernable bears, Who do not like to see him drink and guzzle In this great age of moral reformation :— Though I can’t see how they’ve improved the nation ! cComichbooksn;com