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Ali was never seen again, and no one troubled to inquire after him. One day trouble came to the Postmaster when her daughter fell ill and he had to wait for her letter.
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For now the Postmaster understood Ali's heart and his very soul, sympathy towards Ali grew in his heart.
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| 'Lakshmi Das', this is for Ali. Where is he now? | |
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The next day at the stroke of five, the Postmaster heard a soft knock on the door. On opening the door he saw Ali.
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| Come in brother Ali. I have your letter. Take it. | |
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