We know nothing at all about them . We are three unfortunate old souls , that go wandering about in the dusk , and never had but one eye amongst us , and that one you have stolen away . O , give it back , good stranger ! -- whoever you are , give it back ! '' All this while the Three Gray Women were groping with their outstretched hands , and trying their utmost to get hold of Perseus . But he took good care to keep out of their reach . `` My respectable dames , '' said he , -- for his mother had taught him always to use the greatest civility , -- `` I hold your eye fast in my hand , and shall keep it safely for you , until you please to tell me where to find these Nymphs . The Nymphs , I mean , who keep the enchanted wallet , the flying slippers , and the what is it ? -- the helmet of invisibility . '' `` Mercy on us , sisters ! what is the young man talking about ? '' exclaimed Scarecrow , Nightmare , and Shakejoint , one to another , with great appearance of astonishment . `` A pair of flying slippers , quoth he ! His heels would quickly fly higher than his head , if he were silly enough to put them on . And a helmet of invisibility ! How could a helmet make him invisible , unless it were big enough for him to hide under it ? And an enchanted wallet ! What sort of a contrivance may that be , I wonder ? No , no , good stranger ! we can tell you nothing of these marvellous things .
You have two eyes XXXXX your own , and we have but a single one amongst us three .
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