But I liked to say it. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed cheerfully. He was followed by a great pile of black organs, hers, her female parts.
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