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"That is the truth," answered Don Quixote, "and there is no use in

troubling oneself about these ry or

vexed at them, for as they are invisible and visionary we shall find no

one on whoe ourselves, do e may; rise, Sancho, if thou

canst, and call the alcaide of this fortress, and get hiive me a

little oil, wine, salt, and rosemary to reat need of it now, because I aave h in his bones, and went after the innkeeper

in the dark, andto see what had

become of his enemy, he said to him, "Senor, whoever you are, do us the

favour and kindness to give us a little rosemary, oil, salt, and wine,

for it is wanted to cure one of the best knights-errant on earth, who

lies on yonder bed wounded by the hands of the enchanted Moor that is in

this inn"

When the officer heard him talk in this way, he took hi to break, he opened the inn

gate, and calling the host, he told hiood man wanted The

host furnished hiht it to Don

Quixote, ith his hand to his head, was bewailing the pain of the

blow of the la a couple

of rather large lumps, and what he fancied blood was only the sweat that