'Huit francs et dix centimes, Tra la la, la la la.'
Or one might put it rhetorically, fiercely, stoically, finely, republicanly into the Heroics of the Great School. Thus -
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HERNANI (with indignation)... dans ces efforts sublimes
'Qu'avez vous à offrir?' RUY BLAS (simply) Huit francs et dix centimes!
Or finally (for this kind of thing cannot go on for ever), one might curl one's hair and dye it black, and cock a dirty slouch hat over one ear and take a guitar and sit on a flat stone by the roadside and cross one's legs, and, after a few pings and pongs on the strings, strike up a Ballad with the refrain -
