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 | | Yes, and in those castles in Spain, Prue is not the placid, breeches-patching helpmate, with whom you are acquainted, but her face has a bloom which we both remember, and her movement a grace which my Spanish swans emulate, and her voice a music sweeter than those that orchestras discourse. |
 | | I have not yet heard of their arrival out at their castles, but I suppose they are so busy with their own affairs there, that they have no time to write to the rest of us about the condition of our property. |
 | | He lived so exclusively in his castle, that he forgot the office down town, and one morning there came a fall, and Stunning was smashed." Titbottom arose, and stooping over, contemplated the landscape, with his head down between his legs. |
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