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" No. I want no love-philtres. I manage well enough without them. I don't care to play with a thing you can't control. I might get into trouble, like Nakhdah Ma'win. It is easy enough to give the potion, but I never heard what you do to stop it. Anyhow, if I wanted to buy the stuff, I should first try it on a chicken, and if it had no effect I should not believe in it, for every one knows that the story of Ra'nah and Ma'win is true, or they would not sing about it to this day. Hark ! the teacher is calling to prayer."
A number of boys' high-pitched voices were chantinga
" Bihak-illah, rizal-P Allah !
A^ain-nu na, bi-aun illah/n
and, across their chorus, came the sonorous, far-reaching tones of the priesta
" A Uah-hu akbar!
Ashd-du AUah% illah-ha il-Allah?
When the little group of men had fallen into their places, and the only sound in the building was the musical intoning of the half-whispered prayers, I could not help musing on the extraordinarily happy expression, "he found an old