Tjuesjuende september:
France:
1822
-Brilliant! Just brilliant! You are wonderful, mon ami! Francis Bonnefoy, the Personification of the Nation of France, punctuated each word with a kiss on the cheeks of monsieur Champollion. Then he slung his an arm around the scholar and proclaimed,
-This will make that Angleterre green with envy!
Francis was still a little bitter for the War that ended eight years ago. Just a little.
Author's notes:
Translation:
French;
mon ami = my friend
Angleterre = England
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