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So he went on stringing together these and other absurdities, all in the

style of those his books had taught hie as well

as he could; and all the while he rode so slowly and the sun h to melt his brains if he

had any Nearly all day he travelled without anything re to him, at which he was in despair, for he was anxious to

encounter so arm

Writers there are who say the first adventure he met as that of

Puerto Lapice; others say it was that of the windmills; but what I have

ascertained on this point, and what I have found written in the annals of

La Mancha, is that he was on the road all day, and towards nightfall his

hack and he found the all

around to see if he could discover any castle or shepherd's shanty where

he ht refresh himself and relieve his sore wants, he perceived not far

out of his road an inn, which was as welco him to the

portals, if not the palaces, of his redeht was setting in At the door were standing two

young woirls of the district as they call them, on their way to

Seville with soht at the inn;

and as, happen what ed

seemed to him to be and to happen after the fashion of what he read of,

the moment he saw the inn he pictured it to himself as a castle with its

four turrets and pinnacles of shining silver, not forgetting the