THE POST OFFICE
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Madhav
How's that? I don't know of any fakirs.
Amal
This is about the time he comes in. I beg of you, by your dear feet, ask him in for a moment to talk to me here.
[Gaffer Enters in a Fakir's Guise]
Amal
There you are. Come here, Fakir, by my bedside.
Madhav
Upon my word, but this is ———
Gaffer [Winking hard]
I am the fakir.
Madhav
It beats my reckoning what you're not.
