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"Good morrow, friend," said the rob-
ber, as he passed the stall; "you rise
betimes, old as you are; I should think
you could scarcely see to work by this
light."
"Indeed, sir," replied the cobbler, "old
as I am I do not want for good eye-sight,
as you must needs believe, when I tell you
I sewed a dead body together the other
day where I had not so good a light as I
have now."
“A dead body!" exclaimed the robber,
who had thus luckily met the very man
who could give him the information he was
in search of. "However you do not wish
to make me believe, that the people of your
city do impossible things.
"I tell you," said Mustapha, in a loud
and angry tone, "I sewed a dead body to-
gether with my own hands."
"Then I suppose you can tell me also
where you performed this wonderful busi-
ness."
Upon this Mustapha related every par-
ticular of his being led blindfolded to the
house.
"Well, my friend,” said the robber,
'tis a fine story, I confess, but not
very easy to believe: however, if you will
convince me by shewing me the house
you talk of I will give you four p
