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HANS OF ICELAND.

Dispolsens upon earth, you can count on me in life and death!"

"I beg your Grace to believe— The Devil!"

Here they plunged into the thicket, among whose branches their voices gradually died away; and soon after, no sound was heard save the tread of their departing steeds.

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