A love story.
In the morning, John and his comrades had lunch [58] is still excellent, and then departed to return to the count the money that the thieves had stolen it. Metter him away carefully into two Sacco, who carried with the donkey. They were walking, walking until they reached the door of the castle. Before him the evil that door was the porter, with a splendid livery, silk stockings, scarlet breeches and powdered cabello.
He looked with contempt for the little caravan, and said to John
– What you come here to seek? There is no place to collect them, go away? “
– We do not want nothing from you, John said the owner of the castle will make us a good reception there.
– Away from here vagabonds, the doorman exclaimed angrily. Get to immediate floor when not shoot them as my legs running dogs. “
– Sorry, just a moment, replied the gallo perched on his head from the ass, you could not tell me who it is that the thieves opened the door last night in the castle? “
The porter blushed. The count that was to the window, said:
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