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ownwhat they were saying or thinking of him. He satisfiedhis hunger with the food he had in his knapsack, lit hispipe, pitched his tent under the boughs of a tree, wrappedhimself in his furs, and went sound asleep. After somehours, he was awakened by a sudden noise, and sat upand looked about him.… … THE HEADLESS DWARFS 291 exclaimed, Ah, my old friend ! it is a lucky chance thathas brought us here. My bones still ache from my falldown the steps of the tower. I dare say you have notforgotten that night! Now it is the turn of your bones.Hi! comrades, make haste ! make haste ! Like a swarm of…
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