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so Giglio resolved to seek out for himself a more brilliant 

 destiny. 



One day, when he was being led to take the air in the 

 court, he slipped his leash, sped through the gate, and 

 away down the street like the wind. It was idle to at- 

 tempt to follow him ; he was gone like a bird in the air, 

 and left the hearts of his young mistresses quite desolate. 



Some months after, as they were one evening eating ices 

 in the Champs Elysees, a splendid carriage drove up, from 

 which descended a liveried servant, with a dog in his arms. 

 It was Giglio, the faithless Giglio, with his one mouse- 

 colored ear, that marked him from all other dogs ! He had 

 evidently accomplished his destiny, and become the darling 

 of rank and fashion, rode in an elegant carriage, and had 

 a servant in livery devoted to him. Of course he did not 

 pretend to notice his former friends. The footman, who 

 had come out apparently to give him an airing, led him 

 up and down close by where they were sitting, and be- 

 stowed on him the most devoted attentions. Of course 

 there was no use in trying to reclaim him, and so they 

 took their last look of the fair inconstant, and left him to 

 his brilliant destiny. And thus ends the history of PKINCE 

 GIGLIO. 



