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 entered the house. My Lord the Inquisitor was interred in a magnificent manner, and Issachar’s body was thrown upon a dunghill.

Candide, Cunegund, and the old woman had, by this time, reached the little town of Aracena, in the midst of the mountains of Sierra Morena, and were engaged in the following conversation in an inn. 1em