long years of exile nothing lovelier had come his way than the hospitality of Sheikh
Ajjaj: he lived in a new world of memories, tossed by contradictory currents of feeling which he could not grasp — except that, taken all together, they left in his soul an emotional intoxication he did not understand.
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That year the government of the Philippine Islands held in the capital — Manila — an international lottery, dedicating half its proceeds to the charitable societies, and set the first prize at a quarter of a million dollars. People rushed to buy, out of greed for the winnings and sympathy for the charitable societies; and those societies took to besieging the merchants with an army of sellers to dispose of the lottery tickets. Naturally a shower of lottery tickets poured down upon Hasib Nabhan from his customers and friends; and Hasib was liberal in buying and generous in giving — he bought these tickets and distributed them free among his friends. And one day he approached his guest and said, "Be so kind as to accept this ticket as a gift, Sheikh Ajjaj." The latter examined that blue ticket and read: "First prize, $250,000. Number 712537." He added up these figures, and they came to — 25. Yes indeed: in the stable of his grandfather Sheikh Farhoud there had been 25 thoroughbred mares. He took that coincidence as a good omen. "This number will win," he told himself, then murmured, "Thank you, Hasib." And he went out into the street and bought ten numbers, paying their price out of a pregnant wallet — for he had "borrowed" a sum that very morning. And he came back to Hasib and handed him the ten tickets, saying to himself: "Thus do I teach the common folk the generosity of the sheikhs."
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The day of the drawing came, and the thousands crowded into the horse-racing grounds, hopes leaping in their breasts and shouts breaking from their throats. And among those thousands was one calm personage, as though he were at a wedding among the commoners of "Sahtouf," presiding over the gathering and waiting for the coffee and sweets to be
brought him. The horses ran, and the panel of judges came, and they took their stand before a steel drum containing hundreds of thousands of balls with the numbers printed on them. A nurse stepped up to the drum and pressed an electric button; the drum turned, and a ball came out
of it, which the judges examined. The crowds fell silent, in awe, and a judge stood before the microphone and read out the winning number, 712537, and a banner was raised bearing the winning number — 712537. And Sheikh Ajjaj fished the blue ticket from his pocket, rubbed his eyes, and
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