第29頁(第2/7 頁)

at as to ystory, all that can be said is that it ends there where the istake the unt of the passa of the goats begs&ot;

&ot;let it end where it will, well and good,&ot; said don ixote, &ot;andlet see if rocante can go;&ot; and aga he spurred hi, and agarocante ade jups and reaed where he was, well tied was he

jt then, whether it was the ld of the orng that was noproachg, or that he had eaten thg laxative at supper, orthat it was only natural （as is ost likely）， sancho felt a desireto do what no one uld do for hi; but great was the fear that hadperated his heart, he dared not separate hiself fro his aster byas uch as the black of his nail; to escape dog what he wantedwas, however, al ipossible; what he did for peace&039;s sake wasto reove his right hand, which held the back of the saddle, andwith it to untie ntly and silently the runng strg which aloneheld up his breeches, that on looseng it they at once fell downround his feet like fetters; he then raised his shirt as well as heuld and bared his hd arters, no sli ones but, thisaopli射d, which he fancied was all he had to do to t out of thisterrible strait and ebarrassnt, another still greater difficultypresented itself, for it seed to hi ipossible to relieve hiselfwithout akg noise, and he ground his teeth and seezed hisshoulders tother, holdg his breath as uch as he uld; but spite of his precautions he was uncky enough after all to ake alittle noise, very different fro that which was cag hi uchfear