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Updated: July 24, 2025
"I understand you," continued the commissary, suppressing another smile at this declaration of Barbassou-Pasha.
Like those erratic planets which deviate occasionally from their course, I move around the remarkable star called Barbassou-Pasha, and he draws me into his own eccentric orbit. In spite of a semblance of romantic complications among the really simple facts which I have related to you, I defy you to discover in them the slightest grain of inconsistency.
But at last the good fellow was obliged to pause in order to take breath. Barbassou-Pasha took advantage of the opening. "Pray what is your name?" he asked, still smiling affably. "My name, my good man," loftily replied the man of Toulon, "is Firmin Bonaffé, lieutenant in the Customs, seen twenty-one years of service and eleven campaigns. And if that is not enough for you "
If some very precise person should seek to insinuate his criticisms upon my uncle's matrimonial principles, my reply would be that Barbassou-Pasha was a Turk and a Mussulman, and that consequently he can only be praised for having so faithfully obeyed the Laws of the Prophet laws which permitted him to indulge in all this hymeneal luxury without in the least degree outraging the social proprieties and for having in this matter piously fulfilled a religious duty, which his premature death alone, so far as we can judge, has hindered him from accomplishing with greater fervour.
Three special correspondents for London newspapers were present, and all our own Paris reporters. High Mass, full choral; Fauré sang his Pie Jesus, Madame Carvalho and Adelina Patti the Credo. At the entrance, the crowd nearly crushed us. Barbassou-Pasha, Count of Monteclaro, gave his arm to the bride. Poor Kondjé, what agitation, what emotion, what delight she evinced!
My name is The Late Barbassou, ex-General and Pasha in the service of His Majesty the Sultan ranks which entitle me to the privileges of a Turkish subject." The commissary smiled and nodded to him, thus indicating that the name of Barbassou-Pasha was already known to him.
There was thus a danger of reviving her worst fears, for she would not believe any more of my assurances. I contented myself therefore with promising to intercede with Barbassou-Pasha.
All that is certain is that Barbassou-Pasha, tired of his honours and having returned two years since to settle down in Provence, started off one morning for Africa, on a ship that he had bought at Toulon. Henceforth he devoted himself to the spice trade.
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