Chapter 1327 of 1964 · 63 words · ~1 min read

LXX.

Juan, though careless, young, and _magnifique_, And rich in rubles, diamonds, cash, and credit, Who did not limit much his bills per week, Yet stared at this a little, though he paid it,-- (His Maggior Duomo, a smart, subtle Greek, Before him summed the awful scroll and read it): But, doubtless, as the air--though seldom sunny-- Is free, the respiration's worth the money.