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Updated: May 28, 2025
King let him alone and paced the cave for hours. He was squatting on his bed-end in the dark, like a spectacled image of Buddha, when the first of the three men came on guard again and at last Ismail came for him holding a pitchy torch that filled the dim passage full of acrid smoke and made both of them, cough. Ismail was red-eyed with it. "Come!" he growled. "Come, little hakim!"
He tossed his greatcoat to the snowy bed, walking between the bed-end and the mantel, round to the crouched figure of his wife. "There, there, Sadie!" he said in his throat, and, stooping over her: "I give in! I give in!" Her head flew up. "Herm!" "My son!" "No, no, ma, it's no use trying to put anything but a jingle-bell harness on poor little Jingle Bells.
With her hands stuffed against rising sobs, his mother ceased rocking herself to and fro in her straight chair, her eyes straining through the open door. A thin voice came through, querulous, and then the tap-tap of a cane. Mr. Herman Loeb answered the voice, standing quiet at the bed-end. "Nothing is the matter, grandma." "Come and get me, Herman." "Yes, grandma."
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