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"No, you vile White Man," she sobbed "I shan't die, but how about reater than ever," I answered; "no one else will have an

ear with such a curve in it But, talking of beauty, where is Mameena?"

"I don't knohere she is," she replied with fury, "but I very well

knohere she would be if I had irl"--here she added certain descriptive epithets I will not

repeat--"has brought this ht quarrel

yesterday, White Man, and, being a witch as she is, she prophesied evil

Yes, when by accident I scratched her ear, she said that before long

mine should burn, and surely burn it does" (This, no doubt, was true,

for the caustic had begun to bite) "O devil of a White Man," she went on, "you have bewitched me; you have

filled my head with fire"

Then she seized an earthenware pot and hurled it at , "Take

that for your doctor-fee Go, crawl after Maet her to doctor you"

By this tih the bee-hole of the hut,hastened by a vessel of hot water which landed on me behind

"What is the

outside

"Nothing at all, friend," I answered with a sweet smile, "except that