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"Not for me either," said Sancho, "for more than four hundred Moors have

so thrashedof the stakes was cakes and fancy-bread

to it But tell me, senor, what do you call this excellent and rare

adventure that has left us as we are left now? Though your worship was

not so badly off, having in your arms that incomparable beauty you spoke

of; but I, what did I have, except the heaviest whacks I think I had in

all my life? Unlucky ht-errant and never expect to be one, and of all the mishaps, the

greater part falls to my share"

"Then thou hast been thrashed too?" said Don Quixote

"Didn't I say so? worse luck to my line!" said Sancho

"Be not distressed, friend," said Don Quixote, "for I will now make the

precious balsa of an

eye"

By this ti the laht had been killed; and as Sancho caught

sight of hi in his shirt, with a cloth on

his head, and a la countenance, he

said to his master, "Senor, can it be that this is the enchanted Moor

co still left