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My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. Lucy was filled with happiness, it was her third Christmas at the Becks. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne.

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