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Bac. “ Oh, that’s all nonsense! The fact is, Her-
cules was jealous of me. He knew what a plucky
fellow I was, and wanted to frighten me. I do
really wish to have some little adventure that might
make it worth while for me to have come so far.”

Xan. “O master! I hear a noise.”

Bac. “Where, where?”

Xan. “ Just behind us.”

Bac. “Get behind then, can’t you?”

Xan. “Oh! now I seem to hear it just in front.”

Bac. “ Get in front.”

Xan. “ Dear me, I see a monster.”

Bac. “What is it like?”

Xan, “All sorts of things. Now it’s an ox, and
now it’s a mule, and now it’s a woman, and now it’s
a dog.”

Bac. “Tt must be the Vampyre.”

Xan. “Its face is all ablaze with fire.”

Bac. “ Has it one leg of brass?”

Aan, “Yes; and the other of cow-dung.: Oh!
we are lost, King Hercules.”

Bac. “For heaven’s sake, don’t call me that!”

Xan. “ Bacchus, then.”

Bac. “Oh! that’s still worse. Dear me, what
shall I do?”

Xan. “Courage, master; all’s well; the Vampyre’s
gone.”

The two travellers now proceeded on their way
till they found themselves in front of a building

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