CHAPTER 85
After Dinner
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As in dreams I behold thee again, Willamila! as in dreams, once again I stroll through thy cool shady groves, oh fairest of the vallies of Mardi! the thought of that mad merry feasting steals over my soul till I faint.
Prostrate here and there over the bones of Donjalolo's sires, the royal bacchanals lay slumbering till noon.