Young Noble

The young nobleman put down his feather, sealed the letter in an envelope and secured it with a wax seal. He called the servant and said: "Take this letter to the market square and give it to a girl named Angelina, who usually stands at the corner near the stall with vegetables." Looking out the window at the messenger, running across the street, the young duke thought: "Mother will not approve of my choice. As always."

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