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84 PRINCE PRIGIO. |
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" I '11 never marry him! " cried poor Molinda, kneeling at the throne, where her streaming eyes and hair made a pretty and touching picture. " Never ! I despise him ! " |
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" I was about to say, sir," the prince went on, " that I cannot possibly have the pleasure of wedding my cousin."
" The family gibbet, I presume, is in good working order ? " asked the king of the family executioner, a tall gaunt man in black and scarlet, who was only employed in the case of members of the blood royal.
" Never better, sire," said the man, bowing with more courtliness than his profession indicated. |
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