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"My third----"--"Your third!" quoth Juan, turning round; "You scarcely can be thirty: have you three?" "No--only two at present above ground: Surely 't is nothing wonderful to see One person thrice in holy wedlock bound!" "Well, then, your third," said Juan; "what did she? She did not run away, too,--did she, sir?" "No, faith."--"What then?"--"I ran away from her."