. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . a pain in my stomach.*;..- . .. I feel a spasm, thatalmost . . Etci! etci! and he sneezed again twice. uBless you! said Pinocchio. Thank you! And your papa and your mamma,are they still alive ? asked Fire-eater. Papa, yes; my mamma I have never known. Who can say what a sorrow it would be foryour poor old father if I was to have you thrownamongst those burning coals! Poor old man! Icompassionate him! . . Etci! etci! etci! and hesneezed again three times. Bless you! said Pinocchio. Thank you ! All the same, some compassion isdue to me, for as you see I have
. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . a pain in my stomach.*;..- . .. I feel a spasm, thatalmost . . Etci! etci! and he sneezed again twice. uBless you! said Pinocchio. Thank you! And your papa and your mamma,are they still alive ? asked Fire-eater. Papa, yes; my mamma I have never known. Who can say what a sorrow it would be foryour poor old father if I was to have you thrownamongst those burning coals! Poor old man! Icompassionate him! . . Etci! etci! etci! and hesneezed again three times. Bless you! said Pinocchio. Thank you ! All the same, some compassion isdue to me, for as you see I have no more wood withwhich to finish roasting my mutton, and to tell youthe truth, under the circumstances you would havebeen of great use to me ! However, I have had pityon you, so I must have patience. Instead of you 1 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 57 will burn under the spit one of the puppets belongingto my company. Ho there, gendarmes ! At this call two wooden gendarmes immediatelyappeared. They were very long and very thin, and. He sneezed again three times. had on cocked hats, and held unsheathed swords in their hands. The showman said to them in a hoarse voice: Take Harlequin, bind him securely, and then 58 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO throw him on the fire to burn. I am determinedthat my mutton shall be well roasted. Only imagine that poor Harlequin! His terrorwas so great that his legs bent under him, and hefell with his face on the ground. At this agonising sight Pinocchio, weeping bitterly,threw himself at the showmans feet, and bathinghis long beard with his tears he began to say in asupplicating voice: Have pity, Sir Fire-eater! ... Here there are no sirs, the showman answeredseverely. Have pity, Sir Knight! . . Here there are no knights ! Have pity, Commander! . . Here there are no commanders! Have pity, Excellence! ... Upon hearing himself called Excellence the show-man began to smile, and became at once kinder andmore tractable. Turning to Pinocchio he asked: u Well,
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