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- Emerging from his father's pretentious town house, Don Diego Vega stood for a moment on the stoop, dainty scented handkerchief brushing his nostrils, his left hand resting on the jeweled hilt of his rapier.
- The siesta hour was at an end, the cool breeze was starting to drift in from the distant sea, and the shadows were lengthening and pointing toward the east in the little plaza of the pueblo of Reina de Los Angeles.
- - Zorro Saves A Friend, Chapter 1
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