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130 Chit-Chat by Puck.
“Well, proceed then, father ; but do it quickly, so
that he may not suffer.”
A cold perspiration burst out on Osman’s brow
as he listened to these words, but he had enough
presence of mind to keep quiet behind the curtains
of the window, and where he stood shrouded in the
darkness. In a few moments the blow was struck,
after which Maltos and Zirma stole away, and
fastened the door securely. The king felt for the
dagger, and found that it was thrust to the very hilt
into the bedclothes.
“And he—he too!” Osman sighed, and tears
trickled down his cheeks.
Having collected himself a little after this occur-
rence, he leaped down from the window into the
garden, which was partly hemmed in by the city
wall; and he was just about to climb over it
when he saw a light glimmer in a wretched hovel
close by.
“Which of my friends can this be dwelling in
such a miserable place, and up so late?” Osman
thought, and went noiselessly to the window to
look. He found it was the old beggar who would
not promise him his friendship.
Osman knocked at the door, and the old man
opened it immediately.
“Peace be with you, old man!” Osman greeted
him. “JI saw you in your hut, and resolved to
enter, now in my turn to ask for your charity, for
how I am even poorer than you, and besides, J am
pursued by my enemies who seek my life.”
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