Chapter 1250 of 1964 · 62 words · ~1 min read

LXXVII.

Well, we won't analyse--our story must Tell for itself: the Sovereign was smitten, Juan much flattered by her love, or lust;-- I cannot stop to alter words once written, And the _two_ are so mixed with human dust, That he who _names one_, both perchance may hit on: But in such matters Russia's mighty Empress Behaved no better than a common sempstress.