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THE DECISION.
Morok, who wore his left arm in a sling, having slowly ascended the staircase, saluted the burgomaster respectfully.

At sight of the repulsive countenance of the lion-tamer, Rose and Blanche, affrighted, drew back a step nearer to the soldier.

The brow of the latter grew dark, for he felt his blood boil against Morok, the cause of all his difficulties--though he was yet ignorant that Goliath, at the instigation of the Prophet, had stolen his portfolio and papers.
"What did you want, Morok ?" said the burgomaster, with an air half friendly and half displeased.

"I told the landlord that I did not wish to be interrupted." "I have come to render you a service, Mr.Burgomaster." "A service ?" "Yes, a great service; or I should not have ventured to disturb you.