en matelot
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What a spectacle!
. . . . .
On the barges. . . .
Grouped on these venerable hulks, crowds of ladies excite our admiration by their beauty and our respect by their intelligence.
Whence do they come, these damsels, so young, so charming?
It is that they have arrived from the metropolis
at the request of their brothers, their cousins—what do I know of it? perhaps their
prétendants
—of whom they wish to enhance with their applause the athletic triumph.
. . . . .
After all, they are adorable, these English misses!
. . . . .
On the bank. . . .
One hears the portentous echo of the
Five-Minutes-Gun
.
Moment tremendous!
They have started: one sees already the
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