Then a pile of heads he laid— Thirty thousand heaped on high— All to please the Kafir maid Where the Oxus rippled by. Grimly spake Atulla Khan:— 'Love hath made this thing a Man.' Oatta's Story .
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“His Chance in Life”
Then a pile of heads he laid— Thirty thousand heaped on high— All to please the Kafir maid Where the Oxus rippled by. Grimly spake Atulla Khan:— 'Love hath made this thing a Man.' Oatta's Story .
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