"Oh, Lord!" cried Pangloss, "I am so weak I cannot stand," upon which Candide instantly led him to the Anabaptist's stable, and procured him something to eat. As soon as Pangloss had a little refreshed himself, Candide began to repeat his inquiries concerning Miss Cunegund.
No puedo alentar, dixo Panglós. Llevóle sin tardanza Candido al pajar del anabautista, le dió un mendrugo de pan; y quando hubo cobrado aliento Panglós, le preguntó: ¿Qué es de Cunegunda?