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I HAVE A TASTE OF GRANDEUR.
Though I had not previously seen a postillion in my life, I gazed on the pair bobbing regularly on their horses before me, without a thought upon the marvel of their sudden apparition and connection with my fortunes.
I could not tire of hearing the pleasant music of the many feet at the trot, and tried to explain to my father that the men going up and down made it like a piano that played of itself.

He laughed and kissed me; he remembered having once shown me the inside of a piano when the keys were knocked.

My love for him as we drove into London had a recognized footing: I perceived that he was my best friend and only true companion, besides his being my hero.

The wicked men who had parted us were no longer able to do harm, he said.