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"Oh," cried Ermengarde, darting forward, "she has an opera-glass in her hand--a blue-and-gold one!"
It was not for his dignity to notice it; his contemptuous eyes passed over her, and over all the other rats; and he leaned back in his seat again, and gave the word "Go on!"
She tried to locate it, but as usual she blundered.
"Well, I don't remember ALL of it," admitted Ermengarde.
