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 Had I but known what my fate would be, I would not have started home! For the two lands, so wide apart, are alike in the sorrow they bring. Tartar prisoners in chains! Of all the sorrows of all the prisoners mine is the hardest to bear! Never in the world has so great a wrong befallen the lot of man,— A Han heart and a Han tongue set in the body of a Turk." [ 191 ]