A murmur ran through the ranks of the buyers, the people craned their necks to catch a glimpse of this open-handed purchaser. Yusuf the Tagareen rose up in a passion. He announced angrily that never again should the dust of the sok of Algiers defile his slippers, that never again would he come there to purchase slaves. "By the Well of Zem-Zem," he swore, "all men are bewitched in this market.

By Allah, she is worthy to grace the Sultan's own hareem." He said no more than the buyers recognized to be true, and excitement stirred faintly through their usually impassive ranks. A Tagareen Moor named Yusuf offered at once two hundred. But still the dalal continued to sing her praises.