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&ot;as to whether you turn your back or not, i do not ncernyself,&ot; replied the aster of fence; &ot;though it ight be that yourgrave would be dug on the spot where you planted your foot the firstti; i an that you would be stretched dead there for despisgskill with the sword&ot;

&ot;we shall on see,&ot; replied rchuelo, and ttg off his assbriskly, he drew out furioly one of the swords the licentiatecarried on his beast

&ot;it t not be that way,&ot; said don ixote at this pot; &ot;i willbe the director of this fencg atch, and jud of this oftendisputed estion;&ot; and diuntg fro rocante and graspg hislance, he planted hiself the iddle of the road, jt as thelicentiate, with an easy, graceful bearg and step, advancedtowards rchuelo, who ca on agast hi, dartg fire fro hiseyes, as the sayg is the other o of the pany, the peasants,without diuntg fro their asses, served as spectators of theortal trady the cuts, thrts, down strokes, back strokes anddoubles, that rchuelo delivered were past untg, and ca thickerthan hops or hail he attacked like an angry lion, but he was t by atap on the outh fro the button of the licentiate&039;s sword thatchecked hi the idst of his furio onset, and ade hi kiss it asif it were a relic, though not as devoutly as relics are and oughtto he kissed the end of it was that the licentiate reckoned up forhi by thrts every one of the buttons of the short casck hewore, tore the skirts to strips, like the tails of a cuttlefish,knocked off his