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To proceed, then: after having paid a visit to his teaiven them

their second feed, the carrier stretched hi for his conscientious Maritornes Sancho was by this tih he strove to sleep the pain of

his ribs would not let him, while Don Quixote with the pain of his had

his eyes as wide open as a hare's

The inn was all in silence, and in the whole of it there was no light

except that given by a lantern that hung burning in the e stillness, and the thoughts, always present to our

knight's mind, of the incidents described at every turn in the books that

were the cause of his ination as

extraordinary a delusion as can well be conceived, which was that he

fancied himself to have reached a faed in were castles to his eyes), and that the

daughter of the innkeeper was daughter of the lord of the castle, and

that she, won by his high-bred bearing, had fallen in love with hiht without the

knowledge of her parents; and holding all this fantasy that he had

constructed as solid fact, he began to feel uneasy and to consider the

perilous risk which his virtue was about to encounter, and he resolved in

his heart to coh the queen Guinevere herself and the dame Quintanona should present

thearies, then, the time and the

hour--an unlucky one for him--arrived for the Asturian to coathered into a fustian coif, with