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The first lilac gloom of night had fallen on the city ere the old beggar regained the vault of Nûr. A feeble glow from the brazier showed his wrinkled face ghastly pale and distorted with nervous twitchings. Madness burned in his eyes. His fingers clenched and unclenched spasmodically; his staff fell from them with a thud upon the earthern floor.
"O Nûr, hear me! Where art thou? " he cried, peering about in the darkness. "I have slain him, I tell thee -- I have slain the pig 'hanna -- the enemy of my house...."