Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 98: what you’re looking at

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96 THE EMERALD NECKLACE. . a torquoise-blue tint. The table being cleared, I (still having my senses) arranged myself comfortably with cushions on a divan to await the ecstasy. In a few minutes a general leth- _ argy overcame me. My body appeared to dissolye and be- come transparent. I saw the hasheesh, which I had eaten, distinctly within me, in the form of an emerald, from which _ thousand of little sparks were emitted; my~eyelashes length- ened indefinitely, twisting themselves like golden threads round little ivory wheels, which whirled about with inconceivable rapidity. Around me were figures and scrolls of all colors, arabesques, and flowery forms in endless variety, which I can only liken to the variations of a kaleidoscope.’ “I do not see,” continued the doctor, “why poison might not produce such, and various other effects.” ““All of this reminds me,” said Pennon, when the doctor had finished his narrative, “of an incident which occurred to myself, in connection with this very necklace. But as it was before I had been inoculated with its poison, and when I was in an exceedingly vigorous frame of body and mind, I can not account for it upon any of the theories which you haye advanced to-day.” “Relate it—relate it, please,” said the doctor, giving his chair a twitch, and looking interested and excited, He was investigating one of his favorite branches of study, and any thing which gave him a harder nut to crack than usual, was valuable to him. He had been profoundly pleased and interested by the case of his young patient, and was all curiosity to learn as much of him as possible. “You must be told,” began Pennon, “that I commenced my acquaintance with the lady I have been speaking of, at the very hour arid moment when she drew these emeralds from the well where her mother had cast them eighteen years before. I was traveling through the rural districts, on a sketching tour, when I paused before her home, attracted by the quaintness of the house and the beauty of its surroundings, I assisted the young lady to carry in the bucket of water which had been the means of her finding the emeralds; and was hospitably treated by the household into which I had intruded myself. The mother had expressed sorrow and terror at the sight of the necklace, but the daughter had comiclooks.cormn