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"Half a month has already elapsed since we saw each other. The weeds and thorns in my heart, are growing rapidly. The odour of your illustrious virtue, yet, however, as my girdle and vest, hands about me.

As for me, I am rustic and destitute of ability. I learn with difficultly, the menial art of handling a whip. I only