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One evening, when it was dusk and about the time of closing the bazaar, an
old woman in rags, apparently bent double with age, stopped me, and requested
me to fill a pipe for her to smoke. She was closely veiled, and scarcely uttered
it to her mouth; and began to spit and cough. Upon her doing so, half a dozen
a word beyond her request. I filled her one of my very worst mixtures. She put
stout fellows, with long sticks in their hands immediately came up, seized me
and threw me upon my back. The supposed old woman then cast off her veil,
and I beheld that it was the officer who examines weights and measure:
“I have found you out, wretch," he exclaimed. Thereupon the six men
threw me on the ground. They slipped my feet into a loop of rope, and beat the
soles of my feet with their sticks. I cried with pain; I cursed tobacco; I renounced
smoking; I appealed to them for mercy; but all my cries, curses and appeals did
not help me at all. They laughed at my torture until I became unconscious with
pain. On regaining my senses, I found myself leaning against a wall. My pipes,
my jug and everything that I possessed were gone.
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Answer 1

Answer:

SORRY I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND YOUR QUESTION.