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 Strip him!

Away with the cur! Lest I defile my hands!

[To but without looking at her; in a voice of horrible anticipation] Thou—thou—is there more?

[With a magnificent gesture, displaying the dagger in her hand] Should I be on life?

[With a great cry of joy] Zuleika! [He falls at her feet, and kisses the hem of her gown]