Marguerite nearly choked on her wine when Percy started singing Ça Ira. She could see it now, Percy was thinking, pondering leasurily before he made his next move. The tale tale quizzing glass to his lips as she watched him.
She couldn't help but laugh when he started singing, oh then the dancing! Marguerite found herself on her feet and being twirled about "When Boileau once spoke about the clergy, "Like a prophet he predicted as much., By singing my ditty, With pleasure I will say:" Marguerite sang along while she laughed. " Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira, ça ira, Malgré les mutins tout réussira. Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira!" Marguerite continued to dance (if you could call it that) about with Percy, laughing more than she had in sometime.
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She couldn't help but laugh when he started singing, oh then the dancing! Marguerite found herself on her feet and being twirled about "When Boileau once spoke about the clergy, "Like a prophet he predicted as much., By singing my ditty, With pleasure I will say:" Marguerite sang along while she laughed. " Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira, ça ira, Malgré les mutins tout réussira. Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira!" Marguerite continued to dance (if you could call it that) about with Percy, laughing more than she had in sometime.