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Farhat who was stranded on a desolate roadside until one fateful day he passed the traveling caravan of the beautiful princess Anoush. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “The nurse will fetch the doctor directly. Horrid snorters! So long, Vee! Just suggested it. She drew in a deep breath of the sweet mountain air.
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