Chap. XII.
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Motteux. "'Twas no dry beating, mistress, I promise you, quoth Sancho."
Smollet. "But Sancho affirmed she was in a mistake."
Motteux. "And, by the way, forsooth, continued he, I beseech you save a little of that same tow and ointment for me; for I don't know what's the matter with my back, but I fancy I stand mainly in need of a little greasing too."
Smollet. "And now, I think of it, said he, pray, Madam, manage matters so as to leave a little of your ointment, for it will be needed, I'll assure you: my own loins are none of the soundest at present."
Motteux.
