Part 4 — TWO TRIOLETS
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What he said:— This kiss upon your fan I press— Ah! Sainte Nitouche, you don't refuse it! And may it from its soft recess— This kiss upon your fan I press— Be blown to you, a shy caress, By this white down, whene'er you use it. This kiss upon your fan I press,— Ah, Sainte Nitouche, you don't refuse it!
What she thought:— To kiss a fan! What a poky poet! The stupid man To kiss a fan When he knows—that—he—can— Or ought to know it— To kiss a fan! What a poky poet!
Harrison Robertson [1856-