The King's Talisman — page 80: what you’re looking at

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LHE KING’S TALISMAN. “1 CHAPTER X. THE CORN-SELLER. In that part of Petra where the stream that watered the city lost itself in the rocks, stood a small dwelling, connected with which, to the left, was quite a large corn market. The simple cross-bar that guarded the front of the store, was secured across the entrance, for the day had passed, and the season of trade had dwindled into the hours of rest. In one of the rooms of the adjoining dwelling—a room which overlooked the street—stood an eldely man, whose peculiarly | turned turban at once betokened the corn merchant. In > one corner of the apartment stood a lounge, but it showed no signsof late use, for the dust of the last twenty-four hours had not. béen disturbed. The man’s head was bowed in grief, and as the long, gray locks that flowed out from beneath the turban caught the rays of asmall tallow candle, that burned upon a projecting stone against the wall, they showed by their quick, vibratory -tremulousness that the heart was beating with some painful emotion. At length the man raised his head and stepped to the window which overlooked the street, but ere he could open it to look forth, a footfall at the door arrested his at- tention. and as he turned back into the room, he met the venerable form of Abdah Nazor. ‘© Ali Kinah,” said the old dervise, as he laid his hand upon the old corn-seller’s arm, ‘‘I find you bowed down by grief. What calamity hath befallen thee?” ‘©Ah, Abdah Nazor,” replied Ali Kinah, seeming much relieved by the old man’s presence, ‘‘my son, my son has been taken from me.” Gomicbooks (Efe)