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He kept the lantern, until the offers of reward induced him to give it up and tell his story." "That proves nothing, except that Alexander went down-stairs in the dark." "I have an idea, Griggs!" cried Balsamides, suddenly changing his tone. "It proves this, that Alexander did not necessarily go down the steps at all." "I do not understand." "There is another way out of that gallery.
Balsamides Bey is a man who seems to unite in himself as many contradictory qualities and characteristics as are to be found in any one living man. He is a thorough Turk in principle, but also a thorough Western Frank in education. He has read immensely in many languages, and speaks French and English with remarkable fluency.
It was in vain, I assure you I have conceived a very high opinion of the fidelity of Lalas in general, and of Selim in particular." "They are very faithful," said Balsamides gravely. I have since fancied that he had some reason for knowing. Alexander afterwards told us many more details of his confinement; but this was his first account of it, and embraced all that is most important to know.
In a few moments we were driving swiftly away from the arches of the aqueduct in the direction whence we had come. Before we had reached the door of Laleli's house, Selim asked Balsamides to stop the carriage. We got out, and he took us up a narrow and filthy lane between two high walls.
There was no one to be seen, however, and Balsamides followed the negro, who entered a door on the right-hand side, at the end of the hall. They passed through a narrow passage, entirely hung with rose-colored silk and matted, but devoid of furniture, and then Selim raised a curtain and admitted Gregorios to the presence of the sick lady.
Balsamides wanted to produce the impression that he intended to make a bargain. "Kaldyr! Take it away!" he exclaimed. "It is rubbish." Marchetto held the stuff up over his customer's head so that the light from the little dome could fall upon it. "There is not a hole in the whole length of it," he cried enthusiastically. "It is perfect; not a thread loose. Examine it; is there a patch?
Balsamides was amazed at her ugliness and the extraordinary expression of her features. She wore no head-dress, and the bit of gauze about her throat, which properly speaking should have concealed her face, did not even cover her chin.
But the idea that whenever she was alone with her aunt something of the kind was sure to occur made Hermione nervous, so that she avoided an interview whenever she could. If any of the party could have guessed what Gregorios Balsamides and I were doing on that dark night, they would not have slept as soundly as they did.
None else can help me." "Nevertheless, though it be in vain, I must try my arts, Khanum Effendim," said Balsamides. "What are your arts?" asked the sick woman, scornfully. "Can you burn me with fire, and make a new Laleli out of the ashes of my bones?" "No," said Gregorios, "I cannot do that, but I can ease your pain, and perhaps you may recover." "If you can ease my pain, you shall be rich.
"No; but we can see the fellow easily enough, I fancy," returned Balsamides. "You do not know how these things are done. It is most probable that Marchetto has not paid him for the watch. Things of that sort are generally not paid for until they have been sold out of the shop.
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