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Dona Perfecta by Benito Pérez Galdós
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"Let Don Juan Tafetan sing."

"I don't sing."

"Nor I," said the second of the girls, offering the engineer some pieces
of the skin of the orange she had just peeled.

"Maria Juana, don't leave your sewing," said the eldest of the Troyas.
"It is late, and the cassock must be finished to-night."

"There is to be no work to-day. To the devil with the needles!"
exclaimed Tafetan.

And he began to sing a song.

"The people are stopping in the street," said the second of the girls,
going out on the balcony. "Don Juan Tafetan's shouts can be heard in the
Plaza--Juana, Juana!"

"Well?"

"Suspiritos is walking down the street."

"Throw a piece of orange-peel at her."

Pepe Rey looked out also; he saw a lady walking down the street at whom
the youngest of the Troyas, taking a skilful aim, threw a large piece
of orange-peel, which struck her straight on the back of the head. Then
they hastily closed the blinds, and the three girls tried to stifle
their laughter so that it might not be heard in the street.
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