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that had looked on that trio, as the young cavalier commenced his narration, but would have thought, "what a fairy like picture of beauty and enjoyment!" The balcony was filled with young orange-trees, wearing the first white promises of coming spring, whose rich perfume blended with the violets heaped below. A little fountain flung up its sparry rain, which then fell on the leaves around, and there lay glistening. Grove and garden were