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Her faith was plighted, and Mr Elliot's character, like the Sultaness Scheherazade's head, must live another day. She could not keep her appointment punctually, however; the weather was unfavourable, and she had grieved over the rain on her friends' account, and felt it very much on her own, before she was able to attempt the walk.
Her faith was plighted, and Mr Elliot's character, like the Sultaness Scheherazade's head, must live another day. She could not keep her appointment punctually, however; the weather was unfavourable, and she had grieved over the rain on her friends' account, and felt it very much on her own, before she was able to attempt the walk.
I conjure you, by the love you always bore me, not to defer it a moment longer. I shall not be wanting, good sister, to ease your mind; and, if my sovereign will permit me, I will go on. Schahriar, being charmed with the agreeable manner of Scheherazade's telling her story, says to her, You will oblige me no less than Dinarzade, therefore continue.
"Through with this game. I'm going in for a little sport. This string of beads was the wind-up. But don't worry. They'll be on board here to-morrow. You brought the gold?" "Yes." The visitor paused in front of the rug. He sighed audibly. "Scheherazade's twinkling little feet! Lord, but that rug is a wonder! Cleigh, I've been offered eighty thousand for it." "What's that?"
So having resolved not to take away Scheherazade's life that day, he rose and went to prayers, and then called his council. All this while the grand vizier was terribly uneasy.
So you see it is a nest within a nest, a whole nest of nests; like Vishnu Sarma's fables, or Scheherazade's stories, you can never find where one leaves off and another begins, they shut so one into the other. No wonder the children and philosophers are they who ask, whether the egg comes from the bird, or the bird from the egg. Yes, it is a Heimskringla, a world-circle, a home-circle, this nest.
But, sir, says Scheherazade, I am obliged to break off, for day appears. I long mightily, says Dinarzade, to know what became of that young prince, I tremble for him. I will deliver you from your uneasiness to-morrow, answers the sultaness, if the sultan will allow me to live till then. Schahriar, willing to hear an end of this adventure, prolonged Scheherazade's life for another day.
She curled herself up in her favourite attitude on the sofa and began. I did not allow her to finish that tale. Had I done so, I should have been a monster of depravity. Compared with it the worst of Scheherazade's, in Burton's translation, were milk and water for a nunnery. She seemed nonplussed when I told her to stop. "Are oriental ladies in the habit of telling such stories?" I asked.
I have been destroying a portion of my legacy." Jules Thessaly, dropping back into the padded arm-chair in which he had been seated, stared hard at Paul. "Not the illustrations to that portion of Scheherazade's narrative invariably expunged from all respectable editions of the Thousand and One Nights?" Paul nodded, pushing a box of cigars across the table. "You know them?"
"Sire," replied Scheherazade, "I have a sister who loves me as tenderly as I love her. Grant me the favour of allowing her to sleep this night in the same room, as it is the last we shall be together." Schahriar consented to Scheherazade's petition and Dinarzade was sent for.
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