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ed the hoe of hi who hasbeen hand; but now for the letter, and then, god be with you, i aoff&ot;

don ixote took out the note-book, and, retirg to one side,very deliberately began to write the letter, and when he hadfi射d it he called to sancho, sayg he wi射d to read it to hi, that he ight it it to ory, case of losg it on theroad; for with evil fortune like his anythg ight be apprehended towhich sancho replied, &ot;write it o or three tis there the bookand give it to , and i will carry it very carefully, becae toexpect to keep it y ory is all nonsense, for i have such abad one that i often fet y own na; but for all that repeat it to, as i shall like to hear it, for surely it will run as if it was prt&ot;

&ot;listen,&ot; said don ixote, &ot;this is what it says:

&ot;don ixote&039;s letter to dulcea del tobo

&ot;vereign and exalted lady,- the pierced by the pot of absence,the wounded to the heart&039;s re, sends thee, sweetest dulcea deltobo, the health that he hiself enjoys not if thy beautydespises , if thy worth is not for , if thy srn is yaffliction, though i be sufficiently long-sufferg, hardly shall iendure this anxiety, which, besides beg oppressive, is protractedy good sire sancho will relate to thee full, fair grate,dear eney, the ndition to which i a reduced on thy aount: ifit be thy pleasure to give relief, i a the; if not, do as ay bepleasg to thee; for by endg y life i shall satisfy thy crueltyand y desire

&ot;the till death,