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It is odd!—Well, I'll try the first again.

[He crosses to.

All right. Be quick. (The blow falls) Whe-ew!

Ah, why "whe-ew"?

It didn't hurt you?

No; I just was thinking

When my Diomean Feast would next be due.

A holy thought!—I'll step across again.

[Strikes, who howls.

Ow-ow!

What's that?

I saw some cavalry.

What makes your eyes run?

There's a smell of onions!

You're sure it didn't hurt you?