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Ep. XXVII.

You make a joke of it; but I know the danger of an Ozizalean starving when he has taken most pains with his husbandry.  There is only this praise to be given them, that even if they die of hunger they smell sweet, and have a gorgeous funeral.  How so?  Because they are covered with plenty of all sorts of flowers.

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