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He took the pebble into the house and put it on the mantel which covers the central fires, and forgot all about it. A few days later this same old priest came in to visit Ali Hafed's successor, and the moment he opened that drawing room door he saw that flash of light on the mantel, and he rushed up to it, and shouted: "Here is a diamond! HE TOOK THE PEBBLE INTO THE HOUSE AND PUT IT ON THE MANTLE WHICH COVERS THE CENTRAL FIRES AND FORGOT ALL ABOUT IT A FEW DAYS LATER THIS SAME OLD PRIEST CAME IN TO VISIT ALI HAFED'S SUCCESSOR AND THE MOMENT HE OPENED THE DRAWING ROOM DOOR HE SAW THAT FLASH OF LIGHT ON THE MANTEL AND HE RUSHED UP TO IT AND SHOUTED HERE IS A DIAMOND
back to fix the baggage that was coming off another camel, and I had an opportunity to muse over his story while he was gone. I remember saying to myself, “Why did he reserve that story for his ‘particular friends’?” There seemed to be no beginning, no middle, no end, nothing to it. That was the first story I had ever heard told in my life, and would be the first one I ever read, in which the hero was killed in the first chapter. I had but one chapter of that story, and the hero was dead. When the guide came back and took up the halter of my camel, he went right ahead with the story, into the second chapter, just as though there had been no break. The man who purchased Ali Hafed’s farm one day led his camel into the garden to drink, and as that camel put its nose into the shallow water of that garden brook, Ali Hafed’s successor noticed a curious flash of light from the white sands of the stream. He pulled out a black stone having an eye of light reflecting all the hues of the rainbow. N AND WENT BACK TO FIX THE BAGGAGE THAT WAS COMING OFF ANOTHER CAMEL AND I HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO MUSE OVER HIS STORY WHILE HE WAS GONE I REMEMBER SAYING TO MYSELF WHY DID HE RESERVE THAT STORY FOR HIS PARTICULAR FRIENDS THERE SEEMED TO BE NO BEGINNING NO MIDDLE AND NO END NOTHING TO IT THAT WAS THE FIRST STORY I HAD EVER HEARD TOLD IN MY LIFE AND IT WOULD BE THE FIRST ONE I EVER READ IN WHICH THE HERO WAS KILLED IN THE FIRST CHAPTER I HAD BUT ONE CHAPTER OF THE STORY AND THE HERO WAS DEAD WHEN THE GUIDE CAME BACK AND TOOK UP THE HALTER OF MY CAMEL HE WENT RIGHT AHEAD WITH THE STORY INTO THE SECOND CHAPTER JUST AS THOUGH THERE HAD BEEN NO BREAK THE MAN WHO PURCHASED ALI HAVE FED'S FARM ONE DAY LED HIS CAMEL INTO THE GARDEN TO DRINK AND AS THAT CAMEL PUT ITS NOSE INTO THE SHALLOW WATER OF THAT GARDEN BROOK ALI HA FED'S SUCCESSOR NOTICED A CURIOUS FLASH OF LIGHT FROM THE WHITE SANDS OF THE STREAM HE PULLED OUT A BLACK STONE HAVING AN EYE OF LIGHT REFLECTING ALL OF THE HUES OF THE RAINBOW
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