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On the morning after that which he had spent in the study of Art, Count Litvinoff was busily engaged in turning out the pockets of coats, and 'making hay' of the contents of portmanteaus, conducting a vigorous search for something or other, and singing softly to himself the while, --
'Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round; Every day beneath his sway fools old and young are found. 'Tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round.'