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　letter　mockingly；　in　places　raising　his　already　high…pitched

voice even higher like a woman’s； and in places； emulating the trembling

supplication　of　a　lover　who’d　lost　all　reason。　He　made　light　of　Black’s　having

written　his　wish　“to　see　you　just　once”　in　Persian。　He　added；　“As　soon　as　Black

saw that Shekure had given him some hope； he quickly began to negotiate。

Such　haggling　isn’t　something　a　genuine　lover　would　resort　to。”

“He’s　genuinely　in　love　with　Shekure；”　I　said　naively。

“This　ment　proves　that　you’ve　taken　Black’s　side；”　he　said。　“If　Shekure

has　written　that　she　dreamt　my　older　brother　was　dead；　it　means　she　accepts

her　husband’s　death。”

“That　was　just　a　dream；”　I　said　like　an　idiot。

“I know how smart and cunning Shevket is。 We lived together for many

years！　Without　his　mother’s　permission　and　prodding；　he’d　never　have　taken

Black　to　the　house　of　the　Hanged　Jew。　If　Shekure　thinks　she’s　through　with　my

older　brother—with　us—she’s　terribly　mistaken！　My　older　brother　is　still　alive

and　he’ll　return　from　the　war。”

Before　he　had　a　chance　to　conclude；　he　went　into　the　next　room　where　he

intended　to　light　a　candle；　but　succeeded　only　in　burning　his　hand。　He　let　out

a howl。 All the while licking the burn； he finally lit the candle and placed it

beside a folding worktable。 He produced a reed pen from its case； dipped it

into　an　inkwell　and　began　furiously　writing　on　a　small　piece　of　paper。　I　sensed

his pleasure at my watching him； and to show that I wasn’t afraid； I smiled

exaggeratedly。

“Who　is　this　Hanged　Jew；　you　must　know？”　he　aske