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fêtes have been for these forty years past. It was at one of those suppers, and when I had been singing an air with which my friends expressed themselves extremely delighted, that, just as the clock struck eleven, our ears were struck with the most piercing cry I had ever heard; its long continuance and piteous sound astonished every one. I fainted away, and was near a quarter of an hour insensible.
The intendant was amorous and jealous. When I revived, he ſaid to me with some degree of spleen, “that the signals of my rendezvous were somewhat too noisy.” I answered, “that I was mistreſs of myself, and at liberty to receive at all hours whoever I thought
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