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Haidee.

           ‘Icomeinthenameofourmaster,AliTepelini.’‘IfyoucomefromAlihimself,’saidSelim,‘youknowwhatyouwerechargedtoremittome?’‘Yes,’saidthemessenger,‘andIbringyouhisring.’Atthesewordsheraisedhishandabovehishead,toshowthetoken;butitwastoofaroff,andtherewasnotlightenoughtoenableSelim,wherehewasstanding,todistinguishandrecognizetheobjectpresentedtohisview.‘Idonotseewhatyouhaveinyourhand,’saidSelim.‘Approachthen,’saidthemessenger,‘orIwillcomenearertoyou,ifyoupreferit.’‘Iwillagreetoneitheronenortheother,’repliedtheyoungsoldier;‘placetheobjectwhichIdesiretoseeintherayoflightwhichshinesthere,andretirewhileIexamineit.’‘Beitso,’saidtheenvoy;andheretired,afterhavingfirstdepositedthetokenagreedonintheplacepointedouttohimbySelim.

           "Oh,howourheartspalpitated;foritdid,indeed,seemtobearingwhichwasplacedthere.Butwasitmyfather’sring?thatwasthequestion.Selim,stillholdinginhishandthelightedmatch,walkedtowardstheopeninginthecavern,and,aidedbythefaintlightwhichstreamedinthroughthemouthofthecave,pickedupthetoken.

           "‘Itiswell,’saidhe,kissingit;‘itismymaster’sring!’Andthrowingthematchontheground,hetrampledonitandextinguishedit.Themessengerutteredacryofjoyandclappedhishands.

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