human
A chow of a far country, said the slave,
gpt
Outside the city gate, in the sala by the sacred well, doth my husband await me. Let me go to him, father,
human
I must first prove that he be thy husband. Let all my daughters make ready a table spread with the best of the feast, and hide themselves. The man shall be called, and, if he selects thy table, he is thy husband, but, if he knows not thy table, he shall die,