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Clearly Fakrash was determined that nothing should be wanting to make the entertainment a complete success. "What a very extraordinary noise!" said Mrs. Futvoye; "surely they can't mean it for music?" "Yes, they do," said Horace; "it it's really more harmonious than it sounds you have to get accustomed to the er notation. When you do, it's rather soothing than otherwise."
"And doth the Lord Mayor dispose of these forces at his will?" inquired Fakrash, on whom Ventimore's explanation had evidently produced some impression. "Certainly," said Horace; "whenever he has occasion." The Jinnee seemed engrossed in his own thoughts, for he said no more just then. They were now nearing St. Paul's Cathedral, and Horace's first suspicion returned with double force. "Mr.
"Here's your bottle, and you can creep into it as soon as you please." "But the seal!" shrieked the Jinnee. "What hast thou done with the seal which was upon the bottle?" "Why, you've got it yourself, of course," said Horace, "in one of your pockets." "O thou of base antecedents!" howled Fakrash, shaking out his flowing draperies. "How should I have the seal?
Better still, on returning to his rooms that evening to change before going to Kensington, he found that the admirable Fakrash had kept his promise every chest, sack, and bale had been cleared away. "Them camels come back for the things this afternoon, sir," said Mrs. Rapkin, "and it put me in a fluster at first, for I made sure you'd locked your door and took the key.
Altogether, he was very much in love, very happy, and very busy three states not invariably found in combination. And, as he had foreseen, he had effectually got rid of Fakrash, who was evidently too engrossed in the pursuit of Solomon to think of anything else.
"They may have lost the way to Olympia.... I only hope Fakrash isn't at the bottom of this," he thought, as he went downstairs. "But he'd come himself at all events, he wouldn't send me a message on such a lot of camels!" As he appeared on the doorstep, all the drivers flopped down and rubbed their flat, black noses on the curbstone. "For Heaven's sake get up!" said Horace angrily.
"Proceed," said Fakrash, unskinning his eyes for a second; "I am hearkening unto thee." "It seems to me," stammered Horace, inconsequently enough, "that all that time inside a bottle well, you can't call it experience exactly; and possibly in the interval you've forgotten all you knew about feminine nature. I think you must have."
I will undo this affair, and devise some other and better means of serving thee." "No, no," he said, "for Heaven's sake, leave things alone you'll only make them worse. Forgive me, my dear Mr. Fakrash, I'm afraid I must seem most ungrateful; but but I was so taken by surprise. And really, I am extremely obliged to you.
"What meanest thou by a celebrity?" inquired Fakrash, falling into the trap more readily than Horace had ventured to hope. "Oh, well, a distinguished person, whose name is on everybody's lips, who is honoured and praised by all his fellow-citizens. Now, that kind of man no Jinneeyeh could look down upon." "I perceive," said Fakrash, thoughtfully. "Yes, I was in danger of committing a rash action.
She married a mortal, one Seyf-el-Mulook, a King's son, and they've both been dead a considerable time another obstacle to your plans." "It is a lie," declared Fakrash. "If you will take me back to Vincent Square, I shall be happy to show you the evidence in your national records," said Horace. "And you may be glad to know that your old enemy, Mr.
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