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"I have already told you," she said wearily "I see a throne, a life

with all the confining littleness of a prison, with none of the breadth

of an empire I see the sacrifice of all I love I see year upon year of

purple desolation Purple is the color ofand royalty"

She fell silent, and he spoke slowly

"I see the desert,of the sun

I see the flickering of cabooths of the

bazaars I smell the scent of the perfume-seller's stall, the heavy

sweetness of attar of roses I hear the tinkle of cae I see a h the dust, I see the paths that go around the world Which of our

pictures do you prefer?"

She gave a pained, low cry, and buried her face passionately on his

shoulder "Oh, you know, you know!" she cried, in a piteous voice "And

you love me, yet you tempt me to break my parole If I could do it and

be freed of the responsibility! If a miracle could work itself!"

"Cara," he whispered, resolutely steadying hi to Jonesy You can't dam up the tributaries of the