y exaggerating time s of he house.”

    “Go on boasting t like you.”

    “S doesn’t like me, but Or my beloved’s error. “Yet, I so th.”

    e srembled in t as tent toget Siny sobs.

    “My ill-fated ed for my urn, I lived tely,  mig I mig  s to take me back to t since I’m not a o force me back t raid our  any time. My fat  me to be declared a  of ted a divorce, urning   er to live h us?”

    “how do you mean?”

    “If ogeth us?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “t t ime, believe me. My fat some evil is coming our . If estify t you’d in fact seen my ly come from Persia, they would believe you.”

    “I estify, but I  the one who killed him.”

    “All rigogetness, in order t I be declared a estify before t you salefield in Persia?”

    “I didn’t actually see it, my dear, but for your sake I estify so.”

    “Do you love my children?”

    “I do.”

    “tell me,  about t you love?”

    “I love S’s strengty, intelligence and stubbornness,” I said. “And I love Orive and delicate demeanor and uteness. I love t t they’re your children.”

    My black-eyed beloved smiled sligears. ted fluster of a ime, s:

    “My fat to be completed and presented to Our Sultan. t plagues us.”

    “ devilry  Effendi?”

    tion displeased tempt to be sincere, she said:

    “t  my fation and bears turists  tc!”

    “Your late ion urists, your fat o himself?”

    “ involved in any of t, but  keep to  all,” she said.

    A mysterious and strange quiet