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Excerpt: ...told me of, I swear 'tis a thorough nankeen as ever I saw! for her eyes, their utmost merit is not squinting-for her teeth, where there is one of ivory, its neighbour is pure ebony, black and white alternately, just like the keys of a harpsichord. Then, as to her singing, and heavenly voice-by this hand, she has a shrill, cracked pipe, that sounds for all the world like a child's trumpet. Don Jer. Why, you little Hebrew scoundrel, do you mean to insult me? Out of my house, I say! Don Ferd. Coming forward. Dear ...

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