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Chapter 11

           Pooroldman!Ifeelsorryforhim!Etchee!Etchee!Etchee!"Threemoresneezessounded,louderthanever. 

           "Godblessyou!"saidPinocchio. 

           "Thanks!However,Ioughttobesorryformyself,too,justnow.Mygooddinnerisspoiled.Ihavenomorewoodforthefire,andthelambisonlyhalfcooked.Nevermind!InyourplaceI’llburnsomeotherMarionette.Heythere!Officers!" 

           Atthecall,twowoodenofficersappeared,longandthinasayardofrope,withqueerhatsontheirheadsandswordsintheirhands. 

           FireEateryelledattheminahoarsevoice: 

           "TakeHarlequin,tiehim,andthrowhimonthefire.Iwantmylambwelldone!" 

           ThinkhowpoorHarlequinfelt!Hewassoscaredthathislegsdoubledupunderhimandhefelltothefloor. 

           Pinocchio,atthatheartbreakingsight,threwhimselfatthefeetofFireEaterand,weepingbitterly,askedinapitifulvoicewhichcouldscarcelybeheard: 

           "Havepity,Ibegofyou,signore!" 

           "Therearenosignorihere!" 

           "Havepity,kindsir!" 

           "Therearenosirshere!" 

           "Havepity,yourExcellency!" 

           OnhearinghimselfaddressedasyourExcellency,theDirectoroftheMarionetteTheatersatupverystraightinhischair,strokedhislongbeard,andbecomingsuddenlykindandcompassionate,smiledproudlyashesaidtoPinocchio: 

           "Well,whatdoyouwantfrommenow,Marionette?" 

           "Ibegformercyformypoorfriend,Harlequin,whohasneverdonetheleastharminhislife." 

           "Thereisnomercyhere,Pinocchio.Ihavesparedyou.Harlequinmustburninyourplace.Iamhungryandmydinnermustbecooked." 

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