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STORY OF THE THREE SONS OF HALI 213 |
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not hear, for Zelida's father hastily laid his hand over her mouth, crying: ' Oh, be silent, child! Would you draw down on you by imprudence the fate of |
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your unhappy sisters? ' Hardly had he uttered the words, when a thick black vapour rose about him, proceeding from the precious bottle, which his rapid movement had overturned. The old slave rushed in and |
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