IN THE MORNING. 
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be carried below towards their country and virtue. But many tore 
themselves away, and flew afar, obedient only to the dictates of love 
and caprice. 
It was an astonishing vision, a fantastic dream, which can never 
be forgotten. 
In the morning nothing remained as a memorial of the excesses of 
the preceding evening, except the fragments of some severed wings, 
in which no one could have divined the trace of a unique soiree 
d’amour. 
