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Mehmet Kuecuek
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This is the opening monologue of Roderick for testing purposes for tokenization.
Source: http://dailyscript.com/scripts/BarryLyndon.html
My father, who was well-known to the
best circles in this kingdom under
the name of roaring Harry James, was
killed in a duel, when I was fifteen
years old.
My mother, after her husband's
death, and her retirement, lived in
such a way as to defy slander. She
refused all offers of marriage,
declaring that she lived now for her
son only, and for the memory of her
departed saint.
My mother was the most beautiful
women of her day. But if she was
proud of her beauty, to do her
justice, she was still more proud of
her son, and has said a thousand
times to me that I was the
handsomest fellow in the world.
The good soul's pleasure was to
dress me; and on Sundays and
Holidays, I turned out in a velvet
coat with a silver-hilted sword by
my side, and a gold garter at my
knee as fine as any lord in the
land. As we walked to church on
Sundays, even the most envious souls
would allow that there was not a
prettier pair in the kingdom.
My uncle's family consisted of ten
children, and one of them was the
cause of all my early troubles; this
was the belle of the family, my
cousin, Miss Dorothy Dugan, by name.
Ah! That first affair, how well one
remembers it! What a noble
discovery it is that the boy makes
when he finds himself actually and
truly in love with some one! A lady
who is skilled in dancing or singing
never can perfect herself without a
deal of study in private. So it is
with the dear creatures who are
skilled in coquetting. Dorothy, for
instance, was always practicing, and
she would take poor me to rehearse
her accomplishments upon...