Chapter

 1    IV| with the words:~ ~"Well, my dear Chorbadshi, how are you?"~ ~
 2    IV|       he cried:~ ~"Look! my dear neighbour! she is now my
 3    IV|    not even able to bid her dear father God speed! Her thoughts
 4    VI|     all to whom liberty was dear might show a clean pair
 5  VIII|     countenance of Allah is dear hasten to the defence of
 6    IX|  which had hitherto been so dear to him.~ ~In the Hall of
 7    IX|  fair Adsalis, or the other dear damsels, or his darling
 8    IX|    pressed to his bosom his dear enchanting Sultana, the
 9   XII|    and cut them down.~ ~"My dear son," said the Grand Vizier
10   XII|  capable of slaying his own dear father if he were commanded