Qu’il luise ou qu’il luiserne,
L’ours rentre dans en sa caverne.
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Qu’il luise ou qu’il luiserne, L’ours rentre dans en sa caverne. 41
Marius had just emerged from his: night was falling. It was the hour for his dinner; for he had been obliged to take to dining again, alas! oh, infirmities of ideal passions!
He had just crossed his threshold, where Ma’am Bougon was sweeping at the moment, as she uttered this memorable monologue:—