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 home as your wife. If you think me unworthy of so high an honour, let your servant sweep the courtyard of your house, so that at least she may see your dear face sometimes. As for your deed of gift, it has served its purpose." So saying I tore the paper into little bits.

He rose to his feet, he held me in his dear, strong arms. He said to me, "Dearest, you are my all, my own. I cannot live without you. Come, my wife, and be the mistress of your husband's home."