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6523	Tagore, Rabindranath	The Post Office			.txt	text/plain	7653	1226	105	MADHAV Poor child, it is very hard to keep him indoors all day See that far-away hill from our window--I often long to go day doctor lets me go out, you are going to take me to your Doctor won't let you, poor fellow! Do letters come from the King to his office here? But who will fetch me my King's letter when it comes? I don't know; the doctor won't let me out. Suppose the likes of you mind the doctor. Fakir, now that Uncle's off, just tell me, has the King Say, Fakir, do you know the King who has this Post Office? Since the King's Post Office I like it more and King's letter come? [Fanning AMAL] The letter's sure to come to-day, my boy. the King writes he will come himself to see Amal, with the state MADHAV [Whispering into AMAL'S ear] My child, the King loves you.	./cache/6523.txt	./txt/6523.txt