XCIII.

'Twas a mere quiet smile of contemplation,

Indicative of some surprise and pity;

And Juan grew carnation with vexation,

Which was not very wise, and still less witty,

Since he had gained at least her observation,

A most important outwork of the city—

As Juan should have known, had not his senses

By last night's Ghost been driven from their defences.

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