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And another, named Columbanus, a man most holy, and filled with the abundance of all graces, as having instituted many monasteries, may be accounted the father of innumerable monks. And he first presided over the renowned Monastery of Luxovia, in Gaul, and then over that of Bobi, beyond the Alps, wherein, having shone with many miracles, he now resteth in peace.
"There," said Blindi Bobi in reply, pointing to the individual in question, and sidling rapidly away. "Something ails you, methinks," said Omar, with a keen glance, as Hassan approached.
For a few seconds the poor sufferer uttered no sound, but at last he gave vent to an irresistible yell. At a sign from the chief sbirro the punishment was stopped, and Bobi was released and allowed to rise. Conducting him to the door, the sbirro thrust him into the street, flung his blue gown after him, and advised him to beware of again rousing the wrath of Sidi Omar.
This was at all events candid, and the consul felt that it would be vain to press the matter he had so much at heart as long as Omar occupied the throne. On his way down to the Marina, where the divan referred to was to be held, he met Blindi Bobi looking rather disconsolate. Having an hour or more to spare, he resolved to have a chat with him.
"Well, Bobby, my boy," said the consul kindly, for the eccentric interpreter was a favourite, "you seem sad. Nothing wrong, I hope?" "Not wi' me, nohow," responded Bobi, shaking his head. "Nuffin never wrong wi' me. Always too well. Health to the mast-head more nor I knows wat to do wid. Wishes I could die, I do sometimes."
There, be off lose no time," said the consul, thrusting a quantity of silver into the man's hand. "Kurnul Langley," said Bobi, with enthusiasm glowing in his solitary eye, as he turned to go; "you by the beard of the Prophet! you're the ace of trumps!"
"Never fear," returned the consul, smiling, "they dare not report what I say. Come, tell me about it." "Oh! it shockable," said Bobi. "Come an' see." So saying, the poor man hurried off in the direction of a low-lying part of the town, closely followed by the consul.
The man had been crushed accidentally under a large piece of the rock with which the bulwarks of the harbour were being strengthened. He had been carried to the spot where he lay, and would have been left to die uncared for if Blindi Bobi had not chanced to pass that way.
"I grieve to hear that," said the consul earnestly, for he saw that the man was in no jesting humour. "Let me know what distresses you." "Sidi Cadua," said Bobi. "What! the father of poor Ashweesha, widow of my late friend Achmet Dey?" said the consul. "Yis. Hush! Omar Dey de divl," growled Bobi in a low tones, "gits the berry stones to listen an' reports wat peepil say."
With this strong, if not elegant expression of his sentiments, the sympathetic Bobi hurried away, and Colonel Langley entered the divan, where were assembled the Dey and the chief officers of state.
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