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THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
s, citrons and

    rose-apples and clusters of we grapes, round red-gold oranges,

    and oval lemons of green gold.  Once I sas

    trunk ed urmeric, and over its ears it

    of crimson silk cord.  It stopped opposite one of the

    booting the man only laughed.

    t not trange a people they are

    glad to them a caged bird, and

    set it free t ter, and whey are sad

    t t grow

    less.

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    t he poles were of

    vermilion lacquer studded he windows

    ains of muslin embroidered les wings and

    iny seed-pearls, and as it passed by a pale-faced Circassian

    looked out and smiled at me.  I followed behe negroes

    eps and sco I did not care.  I felt a

    great curiosity come over me.

    At last topped at a square we here were no

    o it, only a little door like tomb.  they

    set doimes h a copper

    an of green leathrough

    t, and w on

    tepped out.  As s in, surned

    round and smiled at me again.  I had never seen any one so pale.

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    woman was, and w me.

    Certainly t  of the

    Ne into

    to pray.  h rose-leaves,

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    and h saffron.

    At sunrise  forth from his palace in a robe of silver, and

    at sunset urned to it again in a robe of gold.  the people

    flung t I

    do so.  I stood by tall of a seller of dates an
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