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一千零一夜_佚名著(THEHISTORYOFTHEYOUNGKINGOFTHEBLACKISLES) 第(8/11)页

Nextmorningthesultanarosewiththedawn, andpreparedtoexecutehisdesign, , , hedrewhiscimeteranddeprivedhimofhiswretchedlife, draggedhiscorpseintothecourtofthecastle, 'sbed, placedhiscimeterunderthecovering, andwaitedtocompletehisdesign.

, thekingoftheBlackIslands, strippedhim, , andconjuredherinthemostaffectingtonetotakepityonhim; butthecruelwretchceasednottillshehadgiventheusualnumberofblows."Youhadnocompassion," saidshe, "andyouaretoexpectnonefromme."

Aftertheenchantresshadgivenherhusbandahundredblowswiththewhip, sheputonagainhiscoveringofgoat'shair, andhisbrocadegownoverall; shewentafterwardtothePalaceofTears, andassheenteredrenewedhertearsandlamentations; thenapproachingthebed, whereshethoughttheIndianlay: "Alas!" saidshe, addressingherselftothesultan, conceivinghimtobetheblack, "Mysun, mylife, willyoualwaysbesilent? Areyouresolvedtoletmediewithoutaffordingmethecomfortofhearingyourvoice?"


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