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MOGARZEA AND HIS SON |
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to dance. The boy understood what he must do, and played with all his might, but the maidens danced on till evening. |
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' Now let me go,' he cried at last, ' for poor Mogarzea must be dying of hunger. I will come and play for you to-morrow.' |
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