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 1   III|       as if he were the very Son of Happiness.~ ~And so indeed
 2   III|     a large army against the son of Küprili, and the darkness
 3   III|     he at last, "thou hast a son, hast thou not, whose name
 4    IV|   the Padishah's nephew, the son of his own brother.~ ~"The
 5    IV| impetuously.~ ~"Nay, nay, my son, be sensible!" said Janaki.
 6    VI|     Sultan's eleven-year-old son had died. The day was therefore
 7   VII|       What dost thou say, my son?" he then condescended to
 8   VII|      Give me that banner, my son!" said Abdi with all the
 9    IX|      the words of his little son rang constantly in his ears: "
10    IX|   Mahmud arrived. He was the son of Mustapha II., who had
11    XI|      head.~ ~"Come, come, my son!" said he, "don't shout
12    XI|    Pasha."~ ~"Good, good, my son! just the very thing I wanted
13    XI|   one already I tell you, my son. His name is Maurocordato.
14    XI|    you want for yourself, my son, eh?"~ ~Musli was inscribed
15   XII| before Gül-Bejáze bore him a son, on the anniversary of the
16   XII|      Almighty, and from what son of man does the Lord God
17   XII|    cut them down.~ ~"My dear son," said the Grand Vizier
18   XII|   handed down from father to son, for never will he make
19   XII|     said Halil.~ ~"There, my son, you spake not well; nay,
20   XII|    of Rumelia, the cobbler's son, and the Tartar Khan, who
21   XII|  last sigh:~ ~"I die, but my son is still alive."~ ~And he
22  XIII| cries, lifting up her little son; "take him in thine arms.
23  XIII|  every evening.~ ~And as her son grows up, as he becomes
24  XIII|    she would have her little son greet this stranger, for
25  XIII|  father. And she praises the son to the father, and says
26  XIII|    would be exactly like his son.~ ~And the son knows very
27  XIII|      like his son.~ ~And the son knows very well that his