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Ruh Afza replied with a smile of complaisance and the Shah continued his rhapsody:

“O thou who sold in smiling state

On whom prophetic omens wait

Whose brilliant eyes are dear to love,

Beyond the luckiest stars above,

Whose eyebrows admirable arch

Would mend a limping pools March

Whose admirable."

“May the fortune of the Shah be as admirable as his verses” said Ruh Afza, “you see Jam Leady to reward the Poet by the most propitious omens in my power.” The Shah threw his arm around her neck and caressed her tenderly [repcoting?] with rapture

"What medicine can the bosom prove

When all the heart is drunk with love

When at the melting charmers glances

In the Eye-soft rapture dances

And every sense is turned to bliss

What remedy awaits for this?"

Ruh Afza gave him a broad hint that the remedy was by no means difficult. As for Danish Bait the old codger retired quietly to his bed chamber thinking of no evil whatsoever when who should he find seated