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"What blood and fountains are you talking about, enemy of God and his

saints?" said the landlord "Don't you see, you thief, that the blood and

the fountain are only these skins here that have been stabbed and the red

wine swi all over the room?--and I wish I saw the soul of hi about that," said Sancho; "all I know is it will bethis head my county will melt away like

salt in water;"--for Sancho aorse than his master asleep, so

much had his master's promises addled his wits

The landlord was beside himself at the coolness of the squire and the

s of the master, and swore it should not be like the

last ties of

chivalry should not hold good this ti, even to the cost of the plugs that would have to be put

to the da Don Quixote's hands,

who, fancying he had now ended the adventure and was in the presence of

the Princess Micomicona, knelt before the curate and said, "Exalted and

beauteous lady, your highness may live fro could do you; and I too froave you, since by the help of God on high

and by the favour of her by whom I live and breathe, I have fulfilled it

so successfully"

"Did not I say so?" said Sancho on hearing this "You see I wasn't drunk;

there you see iant; there's no doubt

about the bulls;at the absurdities of the pair, h they did, all except the landlord, who cursed hith the barber, Cardenio, and the curate contrived with no set Don Quixote on the bed, and he fell asleep with every

appearance of excessive weariness They left hiate of the inn to console Sancho Panza on not having found the

head of the giant; but much more work had they to appease the landlord,

as furious at the sudden death of his wine-skins; and said the

landlady half scolding, half crying, "At an evil moht-errant--would that I had never

set eyes on him, for dear he has cost ainst him for supper, bed, straw, and barley, for