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With outstretched arms, Mohammed walks down to the verge of the sea. The servants rush after him, and endeavor to hold him back. He clinches his fists and strikes them, but they grasp him firmly, and at last succeed in overcoming him. "Mohammed, compose yourself and be strong!" said the tschorbadji, clasping his arms about him.
And do you not think the uniform of a bim bashi will become me well; and that I, too, have some desire to parade in my finery before beautiful women, and be honored with their gracious looks?" "You are jesting, my son," said the tschorbadji, sadly. "With a grave air your lips speak joyous words of which your heart knows nothing. No, you cannot deceive your father.
"Dogs! dogs! that are barking a little," said Cousrouf, with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. "I think, tschorbadji, you would do well to quiet them quickly." "I hope my messenger will succeed in repressing the revolt, in quieting the men, and in inducing them to do their duty." "What!" exclaimed Cousrouf, with a contemptuous curl of his lip, "you intend to make terms with the rebels?"
"Tschorbadji, you can count on me at all times, while life lasts!" "You will watch over my Osman? " said he, in low tones. "You will not permit him to undertake that which his body is unable to bear, though his spirit be well equal to the task?" "I will care for him as though he were my better self, as I would for the woman I love!" said Mohammed.
That was well done," said the tschorbadji, with his aristocratic smile. "You served my son as an umbrella. I thank you for it, Mohammed, and will reward you. A new mantle shall be brought you, for I perceive that your own is torn and old." "I thank you, master. It is good enough for me. This mantle is an inheritance from my father.
Lion knew the young man better; he knew that such a business would not suit him, and that his lips would not conform to the necessity of using complacent words and flattery, in order to dispose of his wares. The merchant had, therefore, advised Ada and the tschorbadji to arrange to have the young man embark in a wholesale business.
Hastening on, with flushed cheeks, he hardly perceives a veiled figure, accompanied by two eunuchs, that has just stepped out into the walk from a side-path. The eunuchs cry out, and imperiously command him to depart instantly. Mohammed stands still, shrugs his shoulders, and regards them derisively. "Are you the masters here in the park of the tschorbadji of Cavalla?" he asks, proudly.
An Armenian slave stood at the gate, who seemed to have been awaiting the boys. He bowed profoundly, which he had never done before, and announced that his grace Osman Bey was in the garden, and had ordered that Mohammed Ali should bring the pigeons himself, and that Tschorbadji Hassan was also there awaiting him.
"Well, then, you speak, Mohammed," said the tschorbadji; "what do you think of my proposition?" "I think that such a thing should never be permitted. It does not become you to go and beg, when you should command, governor," he cried. "Will you empower me to collect the tax?" "How will you do it?" asked the tschorbadji, with a doubting smile. "That is my secret, governor.
"If those were reasons," shrieked the fishermen, "the tschorbadji could drive us from our huts, and take from us all that is ours. Those are no reasons; no, we will not pay the tax!" "You must, and you will!" cried the second officer. That was the signal for all the men to draw their knives with lightning-speed from their belts.
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