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NINON (touching her cheek suspiciously.) Has he a scar on this side ?
Hush ! Someone is coming. No; a thrush: I see it swinging there.
Half sad, half noble ; features thin;
I know your man.
I swear upon this fan,My Grandmother's !
And I, I swear
NINETTE ! I feel so sad.
“Si vieillesse pouvait !-"
SCENE.--A small neat Room. In a high Voltaire Chair
sits a white-haired old Gentleman.
M. VIEUXBOIS (turning querulously).
BABETTE! I say! BABETTE !-BABETTE !
BABETTE (entering hurriedly).
Why M'sieu' knows:-
This poor Ma'am'selle !
M. VIEUXBOIS. You 're a good girl, BABETTE, but she, She was an Angel, verily. Sometimes I think I see her yet Stand smiling by the cabinet ; And once, I know, she peeped and laughed Betwixt the curtains .
Where's the draught? (She gives him a cup.) Now I shall sleep, I think, BABETTE;Sing me your Norman chansonnette.
(Ere I was dead),
Came to my Bed ;-
Crowned on the Head."