tion, but because I couldn’t look o cover up my embarrassment, I stopped  sacaste. “And too.”

    It made me o see Sly as if everything were happening as planned.

    I grabbed my bundle and left. I’d taken no more teps reet.  come from tell from  te pleased  to dampen s, I left treet, entered table roor Mos suc sadness upon me  I invariably forgot I’d been co find a buyer for ty.

    t Effendi’s  provoked no sadness. I  in and out of ted   and misery or anger and rebellion (altions). Kalbiye aken of t realized t to en my work.

    As ed o  all ors came to pity  o ness ly rejoice in tter situations; tries s, but  straigo t of tter forgoing any floalk. ernoon, just as Kalbiye  to take a consoling nap ake no interest in test silks from C even pretend to open my bundle, but came rigo t and described teary-eyed S ened So t s your feelings, he same sorrow,” I said.

    Arrogantly, Kalbiye confirmed t s asked after S visited to express o prepare and send any  s conceal: t t ment   of entry t your sted Esttempted to discover tances of Kalbiye’s anger.

    It didn’t take long for Kalbiye to admit t s e Eniso trated manuscript  in peace,  agreed to ra silver coins, but because Enis an. e  tions Eniso gild ed pages into full-blorations, pictures moreover t bore to lose sig and  Effendi, siously added t all ts arose gradually rat once, and since poor Elegant Effendi never found anyt ant sacrilege, o dismiss ed   unsettled  as  certain scoundrels at te devotion to tood