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The horses were stopped, the lovers were ordered to disentangle themselves, the boy was to lose his _pourboire_, the girl was immediately to get down.
"But it's your feast," said Sara; "you must be the princess, and we will be your maids of honor."
They looked at one another, as he used his blue cap to wipe his face, on which the perspiration had started afresh while he recalled the spectacle.
"You have done more than all the relics in the world.
