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Eleven days later Madame Valiere and Madame Depine set out on the great expedition to the hairdresser's to try on the Wig. The "Princess's" excitement was no less tense than the fortunate winner's. Neither had slept a wink the night before, but the November morning was keen and bright, and supplied an excellent tonic. They conversed with animation on the English in Egypt, and Madame Depine recalled the gallant death of her son, the _chasseur_.
The _coiffeur_ saluted them amiably. Yes, mesdames, it was a beautiful morning. The wig was quite ready. Behold it there -- on its block.