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erhim.Whatwillhethink!'
'Itwasnotyourfault.'Atthesametimeherenewedthebandagesroundmyheadandputcoolinglotionson.
'Goodboy!'Isaid,asIenjoyedthecoldwateronmythrobbinghead.
'WhenIsawtheblowscomedownonyourhead,andyoufalllikeastone,Ithoughtyouwerekilled.Withyousoft-headedpeopleoneneverknows!'
'Itappearstoamuseyou,'Isaid.'Butwhathappenedafterwards?'
'Intheexcitementoftheircapturetheypaidnoattentiontous,andmyuncleandIdraggedyouthroughthelittledoor,andeventuallycarriedyouhere.Youareaweight!'
'AndwhereamI?'
'Inmymother'shouse,whereyouarerequestedtostayaslongasitsuitsyourconvenience.'
'AndOrso?'
'Myunclewentouttosee,andreportsthattheyhaveputhiminprison.Asyetnoharmhasbeendonehim.Thepalacehasbeensackednothingbutthebarewallsremain.'
AtthatmomentPietrocameinpanting.
'Twooftheconspiratorshavebeentaken.'
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