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DSCHEMIL AND DSCHEMILA
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and whistled to his dog, and followed the road which he knew the fugitives must have taken.
'Cousin,' said Dschemila suddenly, and turning round as she spoke.
'What is it?' answered he.
'The ogre is coming after us. I saw him.'
'But where is he? I don't see him.'
'Over there. He only looks about as tall as a needle.'
Then they both began to run as fast as they could,
