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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