Presently she that the door was yet unlocked. So she out into the shop, the door securely, the curtains, and put out the light that had over the counter. Then Madame returned to the little room and looked at the two again.
Aside from her the good lady had one other physical weakness; she was color-blind. That is, she one color from another, and was to think was green and green was yellow. Many people have this trouble with their eyes; but it had Madame in waiting upon her customers.
Now, however, when she came into her room and at the two upon her table, she had no idea which one was of gold and which of silver, for the of her her from telling them by means of their color.
"Let me see," she murmured; "this must be the which the Arab from his pocket. No—I think this was the one." But the more she the more she became, and in the end she told herself that she had not the to her in which the Essence of Vitality and which the for rheumatism.
And the pains were now so that she was to them without a moment's delay.
The on the two was nearly the same; and if some of those differed, Madame did not know it. Also in size and shape the were alike. Truly Madame was in a quandary, and there no way of out of it with safety.
She had almost to until the Arab returned, when of pain her and her long most for relief. If she to now she would be sure to all night, and in one of the was a sure cure.
How much did the Arab say to put in the water?
"I'll at it, and take the chances!" Madame, firmly. And then, at haphazard, she the the and put the gold one in her pocket. Afterward she up the lamp and walked as as possible through the passage that to Monsieur Jules' bake-room.
The big place was still and dark, and the little lamp only a small part of it. But Madame did not for that. Those pains were hard to bear, and she had to or not she had the right flask.
Taking a bowl from the she it nearly full of water and then it upon a of the long, white mixing-table, the lamp. Next she took the from her pocket.
"How much did the Arab say to put in the water?" she wondered, in thought. "I declare, I've actually forgotten! But he said it was sure to me, so I may as well use all the contains. For, after I am cured, I shall not need any more of it."
Reasoning thus, Madame the and into the bowl every of that Elixir which Ali Dubh had prized more than life itself, and which his wild had come all the way from Arabia to America to possess. For after the had been with care, and now the baker's wife was it upon her in an to the of rheumatism!
...the good woman up the lamp...
She used very little of the of the bowl, after all. The touch of the Elixir upon her skin, although it was with so much water, sent a of all her body.
The pains were eased, and Madame to as light and as a fairy, in of her great of flesh.
It to her that she would like to dance; to and shout, to about as she used to do as a girl. But soon her common returned, and she told herself this was but the of the medicine, and that the thing she do was to go to and sleep while she might.
Being still bewildered, the good woman up the lamp, and, the bowl the Elixir upon the table, the stairs with steps than she had in years.
Five minutes later she was in bed, as as Monsieur Jules himself.
