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THE POST OFFICE
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see if the King be angry, and then won't I give him a piece of my mind.

Amal

Say, Fakir, I've been feeling a sort of darkness coming over my eyes since the morning. Everything seems like a dream. I long to be quiet. I don't feel like talking at all. Won't the King's letter come? Suppose this room melts away all on a sudden, suppose——

Gaffer [Fanning Amal]

The letter's sure to come to-day, my boy.

[Doctor enters]

Doctor

And how do you feel to-day?