weltering in her blood, and laid upon the ground, more like one dead than alive, with her cheeks bathed in tears.
“Perfidious wretch!” said the genie to her, pointing at me, “is not this your gallant?” She cast her languishing eyes upon me, and answered mournfully, “I do not know him, I never saw him till this moment.” “What!” said the genie, “he is the cause of thy being in the condition thou art justly in; and yet darest thou
weltering in her blood, and laid upon the ground, more like one dead than alive, with her cheeks bathed in tears.
“Perfidious wretch!” said the genie to her, pointing at me, “is not this your gallant?” She cast her languishing eyes upon me, and answered mournfully, “I do not know him, I never saw him till this moment.” “What!” said the genie, “he is the cause of thy being in the condition thou art justly in; and yet darest thou
