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it is to make account of every one; for
though I am only a heap of rubbish,
yet I shall be able to feed the garden
of your hopes. Now listen: under the
pretext of begging alms, I will knock
at the door of the young and beautiful
daughter of a necromancer. Then
open your eyes wide, look at her,
contemplate her, regard her, measure
her, for you will find the image of her
whom your brother desires."
