` But where shall I find her ? ' cried Neangir , kissing the charming miniature on which his eyes were fixed . ' I am unable to tell you more , ' replied his host cautiously . ` But I can , ' interrupted Zelida eagerly . ` To-morrow you must go to the Jewish bazaar , and buy a watch from the second shop on the right hand . And at midnight -- ' But what was to happen at midnight , Neangir did not hear , for Zelida 's father hastily laid his hand over her mouth , crying : ` Oh , be silent , child ! Would you draw down on you by imprudence the fate of your unhappy sisters ? ' Hardly had he uttered the words , when a thick black vapour rose about him , proceeding from the precious bottle , which his rapid movement had overturned . The old slave rushed in and shrieked loudly , while Neangir , upset by this strange adventure , left the house . -LSB- Illustration : NEANGIR SEES THE PICTURE OF ARGENTINE -RSB- He passed the rest of the night on the steps of a mosque , and with the first streaks of dawn he took his picture out of the folds of his turban . Then , remembering Zelida 's words , he inquired the way to the bazaar , and went straight to the shop she had described . In answer to Neangir 's request to be shown some watches , the merchant produced several and pointed out the one which he considered the best . The price was three gold pieces , which Neangir readily agreed to give him ; but the man made a difficulty about handing over the watch unless he knew where his customer lived . ` That is more than I know myself , ' replied Neangir . ' I only arrived in the town yesterday and can not find the way to the house where I went first . ' ` Well , ' said the merchant , ` come with me , and I will take you to a good Mussulman , where you will have everything you desire at a small charge . ' Neangir consented , and the two walked together through several streets till they reached the house recommended by the Jewish merchant . By his advice the young man paid in advance the last gold piece that remained to him for his food and lodging . As soon as Neangir had dined he shut himself up in his room , and thrusting his hand into the folds of his turban , drew out his beloved portrait . As he did so , he touched a sealed letter which had apparently been hidden there without his knowledge , and seeing it was written by his foster-mother , Zinebi , he tore it eagerly open .
Judge of his surprise when he read these words : ` My dearest Child , -- This XXXXX , which you will some day find in your turban , is to inform you that you are not really our son .
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