"Allah is good to me Flamencine," whispered the camel-driver as he drew her close to avoid a careless dancer. "Why, Flamencine?" demanded a carefully altered voice, from which, however, the music had not been eliminated. "Don't you remember?"
The Arab stole a covert, identifying glance down at the tip of one ear which showed under its masking of brown hair an ear that looked as though it were chiseled from the pink coral of Capri. He quoted: "'There was a gipsy maiden within the forest green, There was a gipsy maiden who shook a tambourine. The stars of night had not the face, The woodland wind had not the grace, Of Flamencine."
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