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"And my brush," said Sprinkler. "Where you go, dear Gerwazy,

there will I go too, while I have a hand, and while this

splish-splash is in my hands. Two are a pair! In Heaven's name,

my Gerwazy! You have your sword, I have my sprinkling-brush! In

Heaven's name, I will sprinkle, and do you strike; and thus slish

and slash, splish and splash; let others prate!"

"But, my brothers," said Razor, "you will not exclude Bartek; all

that you may soap I will shave."

"I too prefer to move on with you," added Bucket, "since I cannot

make them agree on the choice of a marshal. What care I for votes

and balls for voting? I have other balls." (Here he took from his

pocket a handful of bullets and rattled them.) "Here are balls!"

he cried, "all these balls are for the Judge!"

"We will join you," shouted Skoluba, "indeed we will!"

"Where you go," cried all the gentry, "where you go, there will

we go also! Long live the Horeszkos! Vivant the Half-Goats! Vivat

the Warden Rembajlo! Down with the Soplica!"