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.

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