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1    II|     a wise man to pick up a flower which the Sultan had thrown
2   III|  cried the Kizlar-Aga, "the flower cannot go on living without
3     V|     belongs of right to the flower, the kernel of the imperial
4     V|         Die then, my pretty flower! fade away! wither before
5     V|  thee but to die, my pretty flower," he whispered to the Sultana,
6   VII| very cautiously, placed the flower, which he had raised with