Identifier: storiesfromdonqu00cerv (find matches)
Title: Stories from Don Quixote
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de, 1547-1616 Havell, H. L. (Herbert Lord), d. 1913
Subjects: Don Quixote (Fictitious character)
Publisher: New York, T.Y. Crowell & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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sthat you should pay your bill. Don Quixote was muchshocked and grieved by this grossness, and having reviledthe landlord as a niggardly churl, he spurred Rozinante,and rode off before anyone could stop him. Having gone some distance he drew rein, and lookedback to see what Sancho was doing ; and at the samemoment he heard loud cries coming from the inn, as ofsomeone in distress. Expecting some new adventure herode back, and finding the gates locked, he halted by thewall of the courtyard. What was his wrath and amaze-ment when he saw the corpulent person of his squirerising and falling in the air like a shuttlecock, and heardhis voice filling the place with threats and entreaties !The fact was that the people of the inn, seeing that themaster had escaped them, determined to take vengeanceon his man, and half-a-dozen lusty fellows were nowtaking their pastime by tossing him in a blanket. In vain Don Quixote thundered the most awfulmenaces from the other side of the wall; the sport went
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He saw his squire rising and falling in the air like a shuttlecock 60 Battle with the Army of the East 61 merrily on, and when they were quite tired out they lettheir victim go, and Sancho clambered on to his ass, androde sulkily off to join his master, forgetting, in his con-fusion, to take his saddle-bags with him. When he cameup he found Don Quixote sitting in his saddle, and holdingin his hand a tin oil-flask, which contained the rest of theprecious balsam. Take a draught of this, said theknight, and thou wTilt soon forget all thy pains and mis-chances. But Sancho made a very wry face, and beingin the worst of humours, could hardly refrain from cursingthe balsam and him who made it. Do you want to makean end of me altogether ? he asked. Keep the stuff foryour own knightly stomach—I want no more of it. After that they rode on for some time in silence, whichwas first broken by Don Quixote. I am convinced, hesaid gravely, that yonder inn (or castle) is enchanted,and that those who

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