The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. Sebastian began to maintain a harem. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. It is in the lower cupboard.
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