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knew no bounds. Wringing his hands and rending his beard, he exclaimed: |
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NOUREDDIN GETS RID OF THE TWO LITTLE SLAVES |
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' Wretched son ! thou destroyest not only thyself but
thy father. The king will shed not only thy blood but mine.'
His wife tried to console him, saying:
' Do not torment thyself. With the sale of my jewels
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