LXXVI.

"I offer you a handsome suit of clothes:

A woman's, true; but then there is a cause

Why you should wear them."—"What, though my soul loathes

The effeminate garb?"—thus, after a short pause,

Sighed Juan, muttering also some slight oaths,

"What the devil shall I do with all this gauze?"

Thus he profanely termed the finest lace

Which e'er set off a marriage-morning face.

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