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I think, very dirty ; if I were to clean it a
little, perhaps it might sell for something
more.” She then took some water and a

little fine sand to clean it with* But she

had scarcely began to rub this lamp, when
instantly, and while her son was present,
a hideous and gigantic genius rose out of

the ground before her, and cried with
a voice as loud as thunder, “ What do

you wish ? I am ready to obey you as
your slave, and the slave of those who
have the lamp in their hands, both I and

the other slaves of the lamp.” The mother

of Aladdin was too much terrified to
speak, but Aladdin, who had once before
seen a similar appearance in the cavern,

did not either lose his presence of mind