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 * Dar. My sister, Zayda, thou art deep in thought,

What quaint conjecture fills thy busy brain?
 * Zay. Oh! sister, it's my old and favorite theme—

That wonderful and very wicked world That rolls in silent cycles at our feet!
 * Dar. In truth a fruitful source of wonderment!
 * Zay. Fruitful indeed—a harvest without end!

The world—the wicked world! the wondrous world!