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March 21, 2006
"Why, Manfred, exclaimed Eduardo, putting down the woodland beaver he had been carrying, "what brings you to—?" But before he could finish, he spied Marsha, so radiant that she had begun to resemble a highly exothermic chemical reaction. "But—it is—how—" he began, but Manfred, ignorant of all that had transpired, stopped him with a raised hand. "Eduardo, I present to you milady Marsha, whom I am to marry as soon as I reach Leeds again, but who presently is a stork." "A STORK?" cried Eduardo. "More or less," replied Manfred. Marsha, who had been standing alone nearby, began flossing.