THE DELUGE.
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Hearing this, the colonels were frightened; but the voevoda leaned back and held his sides from laughter.
"Ah, but you have settled me this time! Let me embrace you! Whenever I want to shave my beard I'll borrow your tongue!"
The feast continued till late in the night; it was broken up by the arrival of nobles from Tykotsin, who brought news that Radzivill's scouts had already reached that place.
