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“You sure?” demanded Ted. “I wonder how in thunder they drifted into this here party. I figgered it was all ours.” The Prince did not know what to believe of all this, when an old peasant spoke in his turn, and said to him, "Prince, it is more than fifty years ago since I heard my father say, that there was in that castle the most beautiful Princess that was ever seen; that she was to sleep for a hundred years, and would be awakened by a king's son, for whom she was intended and was waiting." “And are all the ranchers in on this?”.
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