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"
You
have
suffered
a
great
deal
,
sir
?
"
said
Franz
inquiringly
.
Sinbad
started
and
looked
fixedly
at
him
,
as
he
replied
,
"
What
makes
you
suppose
so
?
"
"
Everything
,
"
answered
Franz
--
"
your
voice
,
your
look
,
your
pallid
complexion
,
and
even
the
life
you
lead
.
"
"
I
?
--
I
live
the
happiest
life
possible
,
the
real
life
of
a
pasha
.
I
am
king
of
all
creation
.
I
am
pleased
with
one
place
,
and
stay
there
;
I
get
tired
of
it
,
and
leave
it
;
I
am
free
as
a
bird
and
have
wings
like
one
;
my
attendants
obey
my
slightest
wish
.
Sometimes
I
amuse
myself
by
delivering
some
bandit
or
criminal
from
the
bonds
of
the
law
.
Then
I
have
my
mode
of
dispensing
justice
,
silent
and
sure
,
without
respite
or
appeal
,
which
condemns
or
pardons
,
and
which
no
one
sees
.
Ah
,
if
you
had
tasted
my
life
,
you
would
not
desire
any
other
,
and
would
never
return
to
the
world
unless
you
had
some
great
project
to
accomplish
there
.
"
"
Revenge
,
for
instance
!
"
observed
Franz
.
The
unknown
fixed
on
the
young
man
one
of
those
looks
which
penetrate
into
the
depth
of
the
heart
and
thoughts
.
"
And
why
revenge
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Because
,
"
replied
Franz
,
"
you
seem
to
me
like
a
man
who
,
persecuted
by
society
,
has
a
fearful
account
to
settle
with
it
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
responded
Sinbad
,
laughing
with
his
singular
laugh
which
displayed
his
white
and
sharp
teeth
.
"
You
have
not
guessed
rightly
.
Such
as
you
see
me
I
am
,
a
sort
of
philosopher
,
and
one
day
perhaps
I
shall
go
to
Paris
to
rival
Monsieur
Appert
,
and
the
little
man
in
the
blue
cloak
.
"
"
And
will
that
be
the
first
time
you
ever
took
that
journey
?
"
