Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 21: South of France by Giacomo Casanova
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felucca and fetch a capital pie of which the prince is very fond, I know.
Come, ladies." "You can leave them here, sir. I will undertake to keep them amused." "I have no doubt you would, but they have some things to get from the felucca as well." "Then you will allow me to come too." "Certainly with pleasure." As we were going down the stairs, I asked the innkeeper what I owed him. "Nothing, sir, I have just received orders to serve you in everything, and to take no money from you." "The prince is really magnificent!" During this short dialogue, the ladies had gone on with the fop. I hastened to rejoin them, and my niece took my arm, laughing heartily to hear the officer making love to Marcoline, who did not understand a word he said. He did not notice it in the least, for his tongue kept going like the wheel of a mill, and he did not pause for any answers. "We shall have some fun at dinner," said my niece, "but what are we going to do on the felucca?" "We are leaving. Say nothing." "Leaving?" |
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