"How Little We Really Know, My Friends; How Little We Really Know."
The Speaker Was Gabriel, A Distinguished Civil Engineer Of The Mountain
Corps. He Was Seated Under A Pine Tree, Near A Spring, On The Crest Of The
Guadarrama. It Was Only About A League And A Half Distant From The Palace
Of The Escurial, On The Boundary Line Of The Provinces Of Madrid And
Segovia. I Know The Place, Spring, Pine Tree And All, But I Have Forgotten
Its Name.
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