MAGDALEN
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all dressed up; he ran into the room, immediately turned about, and ran back; he once more jumped into the coach, hunted in all the corners, and gloomily returned,—he had somewhere lost his bridal bouquet! Only at the dinner, after the toasts, did he suddenly fish it out from his endless folds, all crushed and withered. The old lady laughed so much that her eyes were filled with tears. . . .
