Soy de Badajoz, Amor me llama, Toda mi alma, Es en mi ojos, Porque enseñas, A tuas piernas. 10

Fantine alone refused to swing.

“I don’t like to have people put on airs like that,” muttered Favorite, with a good deal of acrimony.

After leaving the asses there was a fresh delight; they crossed the Seine in a boat, and proceeding from Passy on foot they reached the barrier of l’Étoile. They had been up since five o’clock that morning, as the reader will remember; but “bah! there is no such thing as fatigue on Sunday,” said Favorite; “on Sunday fatigue does not work.”