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There was a family of Carters in Virginia who claimed close relationship with me; I was supposed to be a great uncle, or something of the kind equally foolish.
--If he is, he'll do, said the little old man.
Think of the Count of Monte Cristo in the dungeons of the Chateau d'If.
They had just finished eating, and the host was wondering what he should do to amuse his friends, when a servant told him of the jugglers.




