The perfumers thought the words of the priest were an effect of delirium.
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A PASSION IN THE DESERT
"The sight was fearful!" she exclaimed, as we left the menagerie of Monsieur Martin.
She had been watching that daring speculator as he went through his wonderful performance in the den of the hyena.
"How is it possible," she continued, "to tame those animals so as to be certain that he can trust them?"
"You think it a problem," I answered, interrupting her, "and yet it is a natural fact."
"Oh!" she cried, an incredulous smile flickering on her lip.
"Do you think that beasts are devoid of passions?" I asked. "Let me assure you that we teach them all the vices and virtues of our own state of civilization."