it I migick trosity I o t in tiflis, Kipcs, poor brides sold at inns, turkmen and Persian itutes isiable boys, but it  go into  all sense of decorum and self-control by sleeping ic riffraff—from Persia to Bag Arabian too tten t some ill took pains to maintain their honor. All my words of love, she charged, were insincere.

    I respectfully listened to my beloved’s outburst, uation and tion I hings

    pleased me: 1. t I refrained from loo matcen ed viciously to otuations, and 2. t I discovered Sicular aravels, proof t s of me muchan I’d assumed.

    Seeing  I’d become at being unable to carry out my desires, so pity me.

    “If you truly loved me, passionately and obsessively,” srying to excuse ry to control yourself like a gentleman. You  try to offend toained serious intentions. You’re not tions to marry me. Did anyone see you on your way here?”

    “Nay.”

    As if surned  face, o recall, toary clattering, ed in silence, but nobody entered. I recalled welve, Shan I did.

    “t of ts this place,” she said.

    “Do you ever come here?”

    “Jinns, poms, ts and make sounds out of silence. Everyt o come all them.”

    “S brougo s, but it was gone.”

    “I understand you told  you killed her.”

    “Not exactly. Is t ted? Not t I killed  I’d like to become her.”

    “ you’d killed her?”

    “ if I’d ever killed a man. I told rut I’d killed two men.”

    “In order to boast?”

    “to boast, and to impress a c ted ttle brigands b