ocr: The Holy Roman Emperor wheeled on bim, every imperial atom challenging the insolence. A magnificent silence Followed. Finally the bishop broke it: "No one believes that Roland would leave his duties willfully, but if the woman enchanted him... I "Turpin, you would Find the Devil's work in my dog's Fleas. Next you'll tell me the rats are spies and my counselors are not to be trusted!" The door opened and a pleasant-looking old man in brilliant vermilion entered. Charlemagne plopped into a chair with a meaty thwach. "Hello, Lord Gan." "Greetings, Lord Charles. Any news Of gour nephew?" "Not yet. ...
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