quite forgetting how much he disliked being kissed
which to him always seemed an undignified business!

^Jouse struggled against his thickness of speech*
his facial distortion more apparent than usual, but at
last he managed to blurt out some words: 'Hou, I
rejoice , . . yes, yes, I rejoice, . . .'

This then was how le tout petit Loup accepted
defeat and won his first victory.

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