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Anonymous

"Moorish Literature"

Don't tell it to me. Don't tell it to me."
He left her alone. When the dogs heard that, they rejoiced, ran out on the
terrace, played, and ate their food. From that day the wife never again
said to her husband, "Tell me that!" They lived happy ever after. If I have
omitted anything, may God forgive me for it.

* * * * *

THE APPLE OF YOUTH
There once lived a king who had five daughters and no sons. They grew up.
He wanted them to marry, but they would not have any of the young men of
the city. A youth came from a far country and stood under the castle,
beneath the window of the youngest daughter. She saw him, and told her
father she would marry him.
"Bring him in," said the King.
"He will come to-morrow."
"God be praised," said the King, "that you are pleased with us."
The young man answered, "Give me your daughter for a wife."
"Advise me," said the King.
The stranger said, "Go and wait till to-morrow."
The next day the young man said to the King: "Make all the inhabitants of
the city come out. You will stand with the clerks at the entrance to the
gate.


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