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They walked, and walked, and walked, until at last, towards evening, they arrived, all tired out, at the inn of The Red Crawfish.
"Let us stop here a little," said the Fox, "that we may have something to eat, and rest ourselves for an hour or two. We will start again at midnight, so as to arrive at the Field of Miracles by dawn tomorrow morning."