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Now by Allah, our night had been charming had we escaped the

mortification of those monocular Kalandars whose entrance into a

populous city would convert it into a howling wilderness." Then

he repeated these verses :

"How fair is ruth the strong man deigns not smother! * And

fairest fair when shown to weakest brother: By Love's own holy

tie between us twain, * Let one not suffer for the sin of other."

When the Porter ended his verse the lady laughed. And Shahrazad

perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.

When It was the Eleventh Night,