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Madrid shaver's singular adventures…

A man must know nothing of a mule's ears, who does not know what a passion they have for the tinkling of a bell; and no sooner had the jungling chords vibrated in the sympathetic organs of Pedrosa’s beast, than bolting forward with a sudden spring, she ran roaring into the throng of friars, trampling on some, and shouldering others, at a prophane rate; when Nicolas availing himself of the impetus, and perhaps not able to control it, broke away, and was out of sight in a moment.
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Madrid shaver's singular adventures…

When they were out upon their cruize, hovering on the Spanish coast, it occurred to Nicolas, that the Inquisitor-general at Madrid had told him of the expected arrival of the president of Quito, and having imparted this to one of the lieutenants, he reported it to the eaptain; and as the intelligenee seemed of importance, he availed himself of it, by bawling into the traek of the homeward-bound galleons, and great was the joy, when at the break of the morning the man at the mast-head announeed a square-rigged vessel in view.
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Madrid shaver's singular adventures…

Nicolas Pedrosa, a busy little being, who was shaver, surgeon and man-midwife, in the town of Madrid, mounted his mule and pushed through the gate of San Bernardino, being call'd to a patient in a neighbouring village upon a pressing occasion. Every body knows, that the ladies in Spain, in certain cases, do not give long warning to practitioners of a certain description, and nobody knew it better than Nicolas, who was resolved not to lose an inch of his way, nor of his mule’s best speed by the way, if cudgelling could beat it out of her.
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