Sidd;It y, Kamala, you are so rig y. No, I s lose a single drop of sness from your mout is settled: Siddurn, once  ill lacks: clot speak, lovely Kamala, couldnt you still give me one small advice?quot;

    quot;An advice? ?  like to give an advice to a poor, ignorant Samana, ;

    quot;Dear Kamala, to, t Ill find t quickly?quot;

    quot;Friend, many o kno do urn. to obtain money.  migo do?quot;

    quot;I can t. I can fast.quot;

    quot;Not;

    quot;Not yes, I can also e poetry. ould you like to give me a kiss for a poem?quot;

    quot;I o, if Ill like your poem.  s title?quot;

    Sidder  about it for a moment, these verses:

    Into epped tty Kamala, At trance stood tuss blossom, Bo man, and smiling Kamala t to pretty Kamala.

    Kamala loudly clapped  ts clanged.

    quot;Beautiful are your verses, oruly, Im losing not;

    Silted  ouc moutime, Kamala kissed onis Sidd augrolled ed er t one to be a long, a ested sequence of kisses, everyone different from till to receive. Breatanding onis tself before his eyes.

    quot;Very beautiful are your verses,quot; exclaimed Kamala, quot;if I   for you to earn t of money, if you  to be Kamalas friend.quot;

    quot;to kiss, Kamala!quot; stammered Siddha.

    quot;Yes, to do, t lack clots, and all beautiful t  you able to do anyt ting, making poetry?quot;

    quot;I also kno; said Sidd;but I do not  to sing t I do not  to speak tures--quot;

    quot;Stop,quot; Kamala interru