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and so with a long face he went in to his master, who had just awoke, and

said to him:

"Sir Rueful Countenance, your worshipyourself about killing any giant or restoring her

kingdom to the princess; for that is all over and settled now"

"I should think it was," replied Don Quixote, "for I have had the iant that I ever re had all the days of ht his head tuushed forth

from him that it ran in rivulets over the earth like water"

"Like red wine, your worship had better say," replied Sancho; "for I

would have you know, if you don't know it, that the dead giant is a

hacked wine-skin, and the blood four-and-twenty gallons of red wine that

it had in its belly, and the cut-off head is the bitch that boreabout, fool?" said Don Quixote; "art thou in thy

senses?"

"Let your worship get up," said Sancho, "and you will see the nice

business you have made of it, and e have to pay; and you will see

the queen turned into a private lady called Dorothea, and other things

that will astonish you, if you understand them"