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A BALD KNIGHT1, who wore a wig2, went out to hunt. A sudden puff of wind blew off his hat and wig, at which a loud laugh rang forth from his companions. He pulled up his horse, and with great glee joined in the joke by saying, "What a marvel3 it is that hairs which are not mine should fly from me, when they have forsaken even the man on whose head they grew." Thy pride is but the prologue of thy shame 点击  收听单词发音
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