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After these words, Morgiana carried the lozenges
home with her, and the next morning went to
the same apothecary’s again, and, with tears in
her eyes, asked for an essence which they used
to give to sick people only when at the last ex-
tremity. ‘‘Alas!” said she, taking it from the
apothecary, “I am afraid that this remedy will
have no better effect than the lozenges, and that
_I shall lose my good master.”

On the other hand, as Ali Baba and his wife
were often seen to go between Cassim’s and
their own house all that day, and to seem
melancholy, nobody was surprised in the even-
ing to hear the lamentable shrieks and cries
of Cassim’s wife and Morgiana, who gave out
everywhere that her master was dead.

The next morning, soon after day appeared,
Morgiana, who knew a certain old cobbler that
opened his stall early, before other people, went
to him, and bidding him good-morrow, put a
piece of gold into his hand. ‘“ Well,” said Baba
Mustapha, which was his name, and who was a
merry old fellow, looking at the gold, though it
was hardly daylight, and seeing what it was,
“this is good handsel; what must I do for it? I
am ready.” ,

‘Baba Mustapha,” said Morgiana, “you must