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. By this time he has met the good fairy.

. Yes—among those cutthroats. Poor fellow!

. Well, well! Enough of this! Bring on the dinner, and send this brazen-faced rascal out into the stable, and you can feed him the leavings there, if there are any.

. Don't be so mean. Let him eat and drink here at his leisure. He will amuse us with his jokes and his songs.

. Such things never amuse me. But sit down where you like and wait till we have finished dinner. Bring it in.

. [Aside] Oh! What torture! To watch them eat and yet not taste one mouthful! I'd rather the Ogre had begun by eating me first. I can't have struck him as very appetizing. [Aloud] Sir… sir… Haven't you thought of me? My flesh is of the very best quality. My breast is tender, and my arms are like pigeon-wings…

. What do I care? In the name of thunder! Are you mad or drunk?

. [Aside] It's no use, he doesn't care for me. He only likes tender little children. To tell the truth, with a table like this every day… [The dinner is carried in.] [Aloud] Ah! How good it smells! That roast pig will be the death of me…

. It smells good, doesn't it? I will leave you a bone.

. [Aside] Poor fellow! I must slip him something on the sly.

. [Aside] Thanks, lovely lady. You save my life. Ah! Delicious!

. Well! Where are your spirits? Is this all you can do? Tell me some joke.

. Ah!…

. What's the matter?

. Nothing, nothing.