When I first saw you--never mind the year--you could speak no English, and when next I saw you, after a lapse of two years, you _would_ prattle no French; when again we met, you were the nymph with bright and flowing hair, which frightened his Highness Prince James out of his feline senses, when, as you came in by the door, he made his bolt by the window. It was then that you entreated me, with "most petitionary vehemence," to write you a book--a big book--thick, and all for yourself-- "Apollo heard, and granting half the prayer, Shuffled to winds the rest and tossed in air."…
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