The blast was very cold, and he crouched down to avoid it, hugging his knees with his hands.
'You are about to be united to the family,' said the Jew; 'perhaps you have seen the stone.

Will you, for the sake of that justice which we all hope for, try to find out for me if the other part of the amulet still exists?
I will give you a drawing of it, and if you find it as I describe, you will know that my tale is true.

Remember this--that we have no wish to make the wrong public or punish the wrong-doer.

We only want to obtain our property.' 'Have you got a drawing of it now ?' 'Yes, I have it here.' The curate rose up and took the paper.

He lit a match, and held its tiny red flame in the shelter of the stone.