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The shivers run up and down my back at the mere thought of it." "Well, then," said the Fox, "if you really want to go home, go ahead, but you'll be sorry." "You'll be sorry," repeated the Cat.
"Think well, Pinocchio, you are turning your back on Dame Fortune." "On Dame Fortune," repeated the Cat.
"Tomorrow your five gold pieces will be two thousand!" "Two thousand!" repeated the Cat.
"But how can they possibly become so many ?" asked Pinocchio wonderingly.
"I'll explain," said the Fox.