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Besides this establishment, a second, on a smaller scale, also made its appearance in our neighbourhood, consisting of a very little man, named Koo-il-li-ti-uk, nicknamed by the sailors "John Bull," and his pretty little wife Arnal=o=oa, whose zeal in bringing up her husband's share of the seahorses I have before described.

Then Monsieur Gravier, in the course of a tour, had persuaded Mademoiselle Mars to write her name on this album, with Mademoiselles Georges, Taglioni, and Grisi, and some distinguished actors, such as Frederick Lemaitre, Monrose, Bouffe, Rubini, Lablache, Nourrit, and Arnal; for he knew a set of old fellows brought up in the seraglio, as they phrased it, who did him this favor.

"Many chimney-pots are falling on my head, as Arnal says. But if this woman really loves you, my dear fellow, she will go back to the place she came from. Did any provincial woman ever yet find her sea-legs in Paris? She will wound all your vanities. Have you forgotten what a provincial is?

"Many chimney-pots are falling on my head, as Arnal says. But if this woman really loves you, my dear fellow, she will go back to the place she came from. Did any provincial woman ever yet find her sea-legs in Paris? She will wound all your vanities. Have you forgotten what a provincial is?

He had a mistress whom he adored. This woman fleeced him. Having become rich enough she said to him: "Our position is an immoral one and an end must be put to it. An honest man has offered me his name and I am going to get married." Arnal was disconsolate. "I give you the preference," said the belle, "marry me." Arnal is married. The woman left him and has become a bourgeoise.

"Comic writers like Arnal, and photographers like like Nadar?" "Certain." "Then, friend Barbicane, if they are as strong as we are, and even stronger these Selenites why have they not tried to communicate with the earth? why have they not launched a lunar projectile to our terrestrial regions?" "Who told you that they have never done so?" said Barbicane seriously.

"Oh, yes!" said Crevel, "she is an eel that wriggles through your hands; but the prettiest eel, as white and sweet as sugar, as amusing as Arnal and ingenious!" "Yes, she is full of fun," said Hulot, who had now quite forgotten his wife.

"Oh, yes!" said Crevel, "she is an eel that wriggles through your hands; but the prettiest eel, as white and sweet as sugar, as amusing as Arnal and ingenious!" "Yes, she is full of fun," said Hulot, who had now quite forgotten his wife.

The frivolous Parisians were, in the meanwhile, amusing themselves at their theatres and cafes as usual; and a new piece, in which Arnal performed, was the universal talk of the foyers: while a new feuilleton by Monsieur Eugene Sue, kept the attention of the reader so fascinated to the journal, that they did not care in the least for the vacarme without the walls.