Ameana, a love-worn girl, asks me for a whole ten thousand, that girl with an
ugly little nose, wench of the bankrupt Formian. You near of kin in whose care
the girl is, summon both friends and doctors: for the girl is not sane, and is
not accustomed to ask her mirror how she looks.
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