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“[…]Diego, quien sigue ocupado de hacer justicia, en parte por buen corazón, pero más que nada porque le encanta vestirse de Zorro y correr aventuras de capa y espada. No menciono pistolas porque pronto abandonó su uso; considera que las armas de fuego, además de ser imprecisas, no son dignas de un valiente. Para batirse sólo necesita a Justina, la espada a la que ama como a una novia. Ya no tiene edad para esas chiquilladas, pero por lo visto mi amigo nunca sentará cabeza.”

Quote by Isabel Allende

Book:Zorro

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Zorro

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Isabel Allende
Isabel Allende

Isabel Allende, born on August 2, 1942, is a renowned Chilean writer known for her magical realism style. Her works have gained widespread popularity, with notable titles including 'Love in the Time of Cholera' and 'The House of the Spirits'. more

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