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THE KING OF
answers vaguely, and says she cannot say—she saw him through a veil, faintly and obscurely. But if he is the best among men, how can I sit still without seeing him?
Surangama
Do you not feel a faint breeze blowing?
Sudarshana
A breeze? Where?
Surangama
Do you not smell a soft perfume?
Sudarshana
No, I don't.
Surangama
The large door has opened . . . he is coming; my King is coming in.
