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Chapter Six
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The poet, with impatient enmity boiling, awaits at home the answer. And here the answer solemnly 4 by the grandiloquent neighbor is brought. Now, what a boon 'tis for the jealous one! He had kept fearing that the scamp might joke his way out somehow, 8 a trick devising and his breast averting from the pistol. The doubts are now resolved: tomorrow to the mill they must 12 drive before daybreak, at one another raise the cock, and at the thigh or at the temple aim.