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Count Luigi bound his usurping brother hand and foot. The practiced
knights from Palestine made holyday sport of carving the awkward
men-at-arms into chops and steaks. The victory was complete. Happiness
reigned. The knights all married the daughter. Joy! wassail! finis!
"But what did they do with the wicked brother?"
"Oh nothing--only hanged him on that iron hook I was speaking of. By the
chin."
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As how?"
Passed it up through his gills into his mouth."
Leave him there?"
Couple of years."
Ah--is--is he dead?"
Six hundred and fifty years ago, or such a matter."
Splendid legend--splendid lie--drive on."
We reached the quaint old fortified city of Bergamo, the renowned in
history, some three-quarters of an hour before the train was ready to
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