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52 answers vaguely, and says she cannot say—she saw him through a veil, faintly and obscurely. But if he is the best among men, how can I sit still without seeing him?

Do you not feel a faint breeze blowing?

A breeze? Where?

Do you not smell a soft perfume?

No, I don't.

The large door has opened. . . he is coming; my King is coming in.