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Candide, Or The Optimist

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"But," replied Candide," the French admiral must have been as far from him." "There is no doubt of that; but in this country it is found requisite, now and then, to put one admiral to death in order to spirit up the others to fight."  

Candide was so shocked at what he saw and heard that he would not set foot on shore, but made a bargain with the Dutch skipper (were he even to rob him like the captain of Surinam) to carry him directly to Venice.  
The skipper was ready in two days. They sailed along the coast of France, and passed within sight of Lisbon, at which Candide trembled. From thence they proceeded to the straits, entered the Mediterranean, and at length arrived at Venice. "God be praised," said Candide, embracing Martin, "this is the place where I am to behold my beloved Cunegund once again. I can confide in Cacambo like another self. All is well all very well; all as well as possible."  

Of Pacquette and Friar Giroflée

UPON their aerival at Venice he went in search of Cacambo at every inn and coffee-house, and among all the ladies of pleasure; but could hear nothing of him. He sent every day to inquire what ships were come in; still no news of Cacambo. "It is strange," said he to Martin," very strange, that I should have had time to sail from Surinam to Bourdeaux; to travel from thence to Paris, to Dieppe, to Portsmouth; to sail along the coast of Portugal and Spain, and up the Mediterranean to spend some months at Venice; and that my lovely Cunegund should not be arrived. Instead of her, I only met with a Parisian impostor and a rascally Abbé of Perigord. Cunegund is actually dead, and I have nothing to do but to follow her.
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