Halil the Pedlar - A Tale of Old Stambul by Mór Jókai
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"Give also the money to him to whom it belongs!" said the Greek. "You may be as certain that it will reach him as if you gave it to him yourself." "And promise me that you will compel him to whom the letter is addressed to accept the money." "I will not leave his house till he has given me a voucher in writing for it, and whenever you come back again to me here you will find it in my possession." "God be with you then, honest Mussulman!" "Salem alek!" Halil straightway ran home, clambered up to the roof by means of the rope-ladder, found both the letter and the money under the carpet, rejoiced greatly that they had not been stolen during his absence, and thrusting them both into his satchel of reeds without even taking the trouble to look at them, hastened off to the bazaar with them, where there was an acquaintance of his, a certain money-changer, who knew all about every man in Stambul, in order that he might find out from him where dwelt the man to whom the letter entrusted to him by the stranger was addressed. Accordingly he handed the letter to the money-changer in order that he might give him full directions without so much as casting an eye upon |
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