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parcel—He shook his head—Monsieur Le Blanc! Madam Le Blanc! did you see any papers of mine?—you maid of the house! run up stairs—François! run up after her———
—I must have my remarks—they were the best remarks, cried I, that ever were made—the wisest—the wittiest—What shall I do?—which way shall I turn myself?
Sancho Pança, when he lost his ass's furniture, did not exclaim more bitterly.
CHAP. XXXVIII.
When the first transport was over, and the registers of the brain were beginning to get a little out of the confusion into which this jumble of cross accidents
