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 tard! Here, Fiddle, here's sport for you. Get the black mantle.
 * [From the chest, whisks a large black cloth embroidered with strange looking symbols, and advances toward the.

. What is he going to do?

. Wrap you up so that you can't scratch while I pour this down your throat.

. But I'm not ready! I must go home first!
 * [She makes a dash for the door, but is before her. Then begins a lively chase about the cave, the  running and dodging,  following and trying to throw the black mantle over her head. The  enjoys it all hugely, crying, "Run, Brangomar!" "Catch her, Fiddle!" and slappig her old knees with delight till she is quite out of breath. At last  succeeds