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1   XXIII|  They're coming!" cried the fiddler; "and I sha'n't get your
2   XXIII|     my knees," directed the fiddler, whose hands were tied together
3   XXIII|     give them to me."~ ~The fiddler was proud to find himself
4   XXIII| here!"~ ~"Not so fast," the fiddler replied. "How do I know
5   XXIII|     sun rise," muttered the fiddler to himself as he obeyed
6   XXIII|    its master, and bade the fiddler help him lift the injured
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