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Until she was fifteen, she never had been called anything but Ziree or Zizi, and she was the pauv' pitit of the Creole ballad to the life, the ever-neglected, ever-faithful lover. In vain now did the other sing. Frantz no longer heard her or saw her. He was in that poor room, beside the great armchair, on the little low chair on which he had sat so often awaiting the father's return.
Until she was fifteen, she never had been called anything but Ziree or Zizi, and she was the pauv' pitit of the Creole ballad to the life, the ever-neglected, ever-faithful lover. In vain now did the other sing. Frantz no longer heard her or saw her. He was in that poor room, beside the great armchair, on the little low chair on which he had sat so often awaiting the father's return.
Until she was fifteen, she never had been called anything but Ziree or Zizi, and she was the pauv' pitit of the Creole ballad to the life, the ever-neglected, ever-faithful lover. In vain now did the other sing. Frantz no longer heard her or saw her. He was in that poor room, beside the great armchair, on the little low chair on which he had sat so often awaiting the father's return.
Then she added, with the prettiest smile imaginable: "You will let us have him, won't you, Ziree? Don't be afraid; we will send him back." And he had the courage to go, the ungrateful wretch!
Then she added, with the prettiest smile imaginable: "You will let us have him, won't you, Ziree? Don't be afraid; we will send him back." And he had the courage to go, the ungrateful wretch!
Then she added, with the prettiest smile imaginable: "You will let us have him, won't you, Ziree? Don't be afraid; we will send him back." And he had the courage to go, the ungrateful wretch!
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