• Here is the morn appearing. When shall we go to the forest, Charlot asked Charlotte. Tou, tou, tou, for Chatou, I have but one God, one King, one half-farthing, and one boot. And these two poor little wolves were as tipsy as sparrows from having drunk dew and thyme very early in the morning. Tou, tou, tou, for Chatou, I have but one God, one King, one half-farthing, and one boot. And these two poor little things were as drunk as thrushes in a vineyard; a tiger laughed at them in his cave. Tou, tou, tou, for Chatou, I have but one God, one King, one half-farthing, and one boot. The one cursed, the other swore. When shall we go to the forest? Charlot asked Charlotte. Tou, tou, tou, for Chatou, I have but one God, one King, one half-farthing, and one boot. ↩
• There swings the horrible skeleton of a poor lover who hung himself. ↩
• At the Bunch of Corinth Grapes. ↩
• She astounds at ten paces, she frightens at two, a wart inhabits her hazardous nose; you tremble every instant lest she should blow it at you, and lest, some fine day, her nose should tumble into her mouth. ↩
• Matelote: a culinary preparation of various fishes. Gibelotte: stewed rabbits. ↩
• Treat if you can, and eat if you dare. ↩