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"Sir Knight," replied the trader, "I entreat your worship in the name of

this present co our

consciences with the confession of a thing we have never seen or heard

of, and one moreover so much to the prejudice of the Empresses and Queens

of the Alcarria and Estremadura, your worship will be pleased to show us

sorain of wheat;

for by the thread one gets at the ball, and in this e shall be

satisfied and easy, and you will be content and pleased; nay, I believe

we are already so far agreed with you that even though her portrait

should show her blind of one eye, and distilling vermilion and sulphur

froratify your worship, say all

in her favour that you desire"

"She distils nothing of the kind, vile rabble," said Don Quixote, burning

with rage, "nothing of the kind, I say, only aris and civet in

cotton; nor is she one-eyed or huhter than a

Guadarrama spindle: but ye ainst beauty like that of ainst the one who had

spoken, with such fury and fierceness that, if luck had not contrived

that Rocinante should stuone

hard with the rash trader Doent Rocinante, and over went his round for some distance; and when he tried to rise he