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es of this life pass away likea shadow and a drea, or fade like the flower of the field oill-fated ontes! o re-wounded durandarte! o unhappy belera!o tearful guadiana, and ye o hapless daughters of ruidera who sho your waves the tears that flowed fro your beauteo eyes!&ot;

the and sancho panza listened with deep attention to thewords of don ixote, who uttered the as though with se pahe drew the up fro his very bowels they begd of hi to expnhiself, and tell the what he had seen that hell down there

&ot;hell do you call it?&ot; said don ixote; &ot;call it by no such na,for it does not deserve it, as ye shall on see&ot;

he then begd the to give hi thg to eat, as he was veryhungry they spread the &039;s sackcloth on the grass, and put thestores of the alforjas to reisition, and all three sittg downlovgly and ciably, they ade a ncheon and a supper of it all one; and when the sackcloth was reoved, don ixote of la an插said, &ot;let no one rise, and attend to , y ns, both of you&ot;

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of the wonderful thgs the parable don ixote said he sa the profound cave of ontes, the ipossibility and agnitude ofwhich cae this adventure to be deed apocryphal

it was about four the afternoon when the sun, veiled clouds,with subdued light and tepered beas, enabled don ixote torelate, without heat or nvenience, what he had seen the cave ofontes to his o ilstrio hearers, and he began as follows:

&ot;a atter of elve or fourteen tis a an&039;