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| 5 | 318 | View more quotes about forgive">Forgive me, Noble Sir. |
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| 5 | 315 | Inside the fallen tent, struggling, was a figure. |
| 5 | 316 | Then the tent, as men held torches, at a sign from Shakar, was thrown back. |
| 5 | 317 | "Why," cried I in amazement, "it is the noble Hamid. |
| 5 | 318 | Forgive me, Noble Sir. |
| 5 | 319 | I mistook you for a burglar!" Grumbling, brushing sand from his robes, Hamid climbed to his feet. |
| 5 | 320 | "It was clumsy to let a tent fall on you," said Shakar. |
| 5 | 321 | He sheathed his scimitar. |