...At four o'clock, I dressed him up; and we set out for the village; he frisking and capering like a little goat, and gathering flowers like a child of paradise. The flowers had not the least beauty in them, except what his eyes made by looking at them; nevertheless, he thought them the loveliest in the world. We met a carriage with thre or four young ladies, all of whom were evidently smitten by his potent charms. Indeed, he seldom passes anything with a petticoat, without carrying away her heart. It is very odd; for I see no such magic in the young gentleman...
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