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242 'Tis gone—and in its place a false one shines,— I ask for justice."
 * Brandishing aloft

His naked scimitar, the cadi cried, "By Allah and his Prophet! guilt like this Shall feel the avenger's stroke. Show me the wretch Who robbed thy casket."
 * Then the appellant tore

The turban from his head, and cast it down; "Lo! the false jewel see. And would'st thou know Whose fraud exchanged it for my precious gem? Thou art the man. My birth-right was the faith Of Jesus Christ, which thou hast stolen away With hollow words. Take back thy tinselled bait And let me, sorrowing, seek my Saviour's fold. Tempted I was, and madly have I fallen— Oh, give me back my faith."
 * And there he stood,

The stately-born of Scio, in whose veins Stirred the high blood of Greece. There was a pause, A haughty lifting up of Turkish brows, In wonder and in scorn; a hissing tone Of wrath precursive, and a stern reply
 * "The faith of Moslem, or the sabre-stroke:

Choose thee, young Greek!"
 * Then rose his lofty form

In all its majesty, and his deep voice