"Ay," he said, "infidels. It is a pity, yet doubtless they
whispered into his ear. He listened to her whisperings, then with a cry
Rachel breathed on the water thrice, rose like one in a trance, and
and trembled, while the mules strove to break away and run back.
certainly I must die? Nay, he will offer me Islam, or death,
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