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"He should have a sharp eye for the disaffected to the government, selecting them and removing them from among the crowd, as I do the few white hairs which presume to make their appearance in your sublime and magnificent beard." "Very true, Mustapha." "He should carefully remove all impurities from the state, as I have this morning from your sublime ears." "Very true, Mustapha."
The gentlemen of the diplomatic corps are given to shaving in politics and frequently put soap in the eyes of the world." Mustapha Aga now approached the king with solemn steps, and bending forward, he thrust his forefinger into the foam in the golden cup and passed it lightly across the king's chin. He then drew forth the golden razor from his belt.
The dusky courier is near by, engaged in a little game with several companion guides, for the Arab as a rule loves gaming, and will risk everything but his horse. When Mustapha catches his eye he comes up hastily, understanding there is something in the wind. "We are to go again into the old town." "When, monsieur?" "This night. See! Ben Taleb has sent me a message."
"La Allah, il Allah! there is but one God," said Mustapha. The pacha saw that he was sacrificed. He read the firman, pressed it to his forehead, in token of obedience, and prepared for death. The Capidji Bachi produced another firman, and presented it to Mustapha. It was to raise him to the pachalik. "Barik Allah! praise be to God for all things," humbly observed Mustapha.
The fence was so thick and high, flanked with a broad ditch on the outside, that he could not hope to clear it, although he was mounted on Scipio, bred out of Miss Cowslip, the sire Muley, and his grandsire the famous Arabian Mustapha.
Things looked ominous enough, and at five o'clock he made up his mind that Egypt would be overrun with cholera, and that he should probably have to defend himself and the Amenhotep from rioters, for the native police would be useless. But at five o'clock Dicky Donovan came in a boat, and with him Mustapha Kali under a native guard of four men.
What crimes hath he committed, that he would have his pardon granted before he tells his story?" said the pacha to Mustapha. "No crime toward your state, your sublime highness; but when in another country, I was unfortunate," continued the man; "I cannot tell my story, unless your highness will condescend to give your promise."
'Observe, Mustapha, said he to me one day, 'here is the curse of writing, for all the money which is paid in, I am obliged to give a receipt. What is the consequence? that government loses many thousand sequins every year; for when I apply to them for a second payment, they produce their receipt.
A fox was Baba Mustapha in his stratagems, and a wolf in the fierceness of his setting upon Shagpat. Surely he drew forth the blade that was to shear Shagpat, and made with it in the air a preparatory sweep and flourish; and the blade frolicked and sent forth a light, and seemed eager for Shagpat.
Now if it had not been for this cursed invention of writing, Inshallah! they should have paid twice, if not thrice over. Remember, Mustapha, continued he, `that reading and writing only clog the wheels of government." "Very true, Mustapha," observed the pacha, "then we will have no writing." "Yes, your sublime highness, every thing in writing from others, but nothing in writing from ourselves.
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