ocr: Angelica 6 He looked very pandsome From behind. He and my Father continued to talk - the warding worked - he had not heard us as we entered. I strained to catch their words. A goung man, dark and beautiful, stood by them. He glanced at me. Ah! Angelica. Beloved. How is it with thee? The wind Slows always at my bach, So long as you, dear Father, stand berore me. Oh, reallg. What tripe. What an old goat. Absolutelg no seuse Of bumor. The visitor turned. How Disappoipting. His front was in no way the equal Of his back. Angelica, this man has come a long wag to meet with US... Then Father we must ...
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