35/77 At least he had the sense to fish the Holy One out of the brook; thus, as the Holy One did not say, acquiring merit.' 'He is a very wise hakim. Send him, mother.' 'Priest praising priest? Get up and see the world! This lying abed is the mother of seventy devils ... my son! my son!' She trotted forth to raise a typhoon off the cook-house, and almost on her shadow rolled in the Babu, robed as to the shoulders like a Roman emperor, jowled like Titus, bare-headed, with new patent-leather shoes, in highest condition of fat, exuding joy and salutations. |