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When it was night my husband came in to me and said, "What hath

befallen thee, O my darling, in this excursion of thine?"; and I

replied, "I am not well: my head acheth badly." Then he lighted a

candle and drew near me and looked hard at me and asked, "What is

that wound I see on thy cheek and in the tenderest part too?" And

I answered, When I went out to day with thy leave to buy stuffs,

a camel laden with firewood jostled me and one of the pieces tore

my veil and wounded my cheek as thou seest; for indeed the ways

of this city are strait." "Tomorrow," cried he, "I will go

complain to the Governor, so shall he gibbet every fuel seller in

Baghdad." "Allah upon thee," said I, "burden not thy soul with

such sin against any man.