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Updated: May 14, 2025
But she cried out her loudest, saying, 'I conjure thee, by Allah, O Amir, hasten not to cut off this man's hand, till thou have read what is in this scroll! So saying, she gave him a scroll, and he took it and read therein the following verses: O Khalid, this man is love-maddened, a cave of desire, Transfixed by the glances that sped from the bows of my eye.
But then, of course, there is no way of measuring and comparing things of this kind. Anna was the first virgin I had ever loved. Was that responsible for the particular depth of my feeling? "Oh, I must have her or I'll fall to pieces," I would say to myself, yearning and groaning and whining like a lunatic My gambling mania was really the aberration of a love-maddened brain.
He at once opened up his sudden romantic passion. "All night I have walked the streets," he said, "dreaming of you." When he had fully informed her of the state of his love-maddened mind toward her, he went on to his most congenial topic himself. "You have heard of the Freiherr von Feuerstein, the great soldier?" he asked her. Lena had never heard of him.
We had been out about two weeks when we struck the Arkansas "bend," about six miles below the Plum Buttes. Here our waggons corralled and camped. So far we had seen but little of the buffalo; only a stray bull, or, at most, two or three together, and these shy. It was now the running season, but none of the great droves, love-maddened, had crossed us.
Love-maddened, confounded, distracted, perplexed, No dwelling is pleasant to him and no fare. For how, to a lover cut off from his love, Can life be delightsome? 'Twere strange an it were. I melt with the fire of my passion for her And the tears down my cheek roll and never forbear. Shall I ever behold her or one from her stead, With whom I may solace my heart in despair?
As we stood, I fitted into Dan's brief story for his tale seemed to me to resemble more the headings of a story than a real story, I fitted in a background of great wind-swept spaces, of bare rocks and cold heather and that poor love-maddened outcast wandering alone, and wondered what black pool cooled his brow at the last of it, and there came to my ears a distant cry, and so sure was I that I had imagined it, that I never turned to look, till Dan's laugh roused me.
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