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It was the cry of a man who, feeling the hand of Death clutching at his weasand, knows that unless help comes quickly that grip will tighten and his life go from him.

Fu! el muchacho!—I am ever dreaming of that cursed Turk, that was at my weasand, when Baltasar brained him with the boll of his cross-bow.

He mourn'd his hapless want of claws, His teeth, too, batter'd by the paws Of Reynard, woefully he miss'd; For grasp'd within his well-clench'd fist, The Fox a flint stone firmly held, With which he deftly aim'd and fell'd One after t'other every fang, Till down his weasand, at each bang, Successively they flew.

I was taken with my hand in the bag, and my knife in the weasand of the stiff'un.

I'll unfas—unfasten you, and you'll slice his weasand—won't you, Gargousse?'