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smelling-bottle, and as soon as she perceived me, began to make the most strange contortions.

What ails you, Madam? said I: are you not well?

She made no reply, but continued her contortions, and I repeated my questions. She then cast a languishing look at me, and said, I am pretending to be in a fit.

I see you are, replied I.

Well, and are you not affected?

How can I avoid it? But why are you in a fit?

Because you left me so coldly when I entered the palace; and I want to persuade you my sensibility is excessive, and that I passionately love you.

And do you really love me?

I! not the least in the world. I love no-thing.

Here the princess, thinking she had spoken the most tender things possible, pretended to weep and dry her eyes, and I recovered. Freed from all inquietude, I now thought proper to prolong a conversation which diverted me;

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