An old woman picked up an empty wine jar that had once contained a rare and costly wine, and which still retained some traces of its exquisite bouquet. She raised it to her nose and sniffed at it again and again.

“Ah,” she cried, “how delicious must have been the liquid which has left behind such a ravishing smell.”

The memory of a good deed lives.

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