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 1   Intro, 3      |    that my friend had in his skirt~collected roses, sweet basil,
 2       1, Story13|      Dervish, spread~out thy skirt.' He replied: 'Whence can
 3       1, Story13|    who have no robe, bring a~skirt?' The padshah took pity
 4       1, Story17|     former takes hold of his skirt, the latter of his collar.~ ~
 5       3, Story28|     of contentment under the skirt of safety because great
 6       3, Story28|         No one can grasp the skirt of luck by force.~ It is
 7       5, Story3 |    not let go my hold of thy skirt~ Even if thou strike me
 8       5, Story7 |    shall not soon let go thy skirt from the hand.~ He who sees
 9       5, Story9 |     hand of reproach from my skirt because I have~often meditated
10       5, Story10| Accordingly I gathered up my~skirt from him and, picking up
11       5, Story20|    withdraw my hand from thy skirt.~ If escape be impossible
12       7, Story20|   handed persons pollute the skirt of modesty by~transgression,