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After living there a number of years in semicaptivity he died by poison it was said. Hamdi was not allowed to return to Kurdistan until after he was a grown man and had almost forgotten his native language. He spoke and read both French and English.
McLean did not correct her idea of the title. His expression was more carefully non-committal than ever, while behind its quiet guard his thoughts were breaking out like a revolution. Hamdi Bey.... A wedding reception.... The daughter of Tewfick Pasha.... In the secret depths of his soul he uttered profane and troubled words.
Excursions with Walker Fearne and Professor Mahaffy. A talk with the Greek prime minister. A function at the cathedral. Visit to Mars Hill on Good Friday. To Constantinople. Our minister, Mr. Straus. Discussions of art by Hamdi Bey and of literature by Sir William White. Revelations of history and architecture in Constantinople. St. Sophia. Return to Paris. The Exposition of 1889.
Once you are my wife neither Hamdi Effendi nor the Sultan of Turkey can claim you. No one can take an Englishman's wife away from him." "Hamdi is a devil," said Carlotta. "We can laugh at him," said I. "Did you ever see such an ugly mug?" Where she gets her occasional bits of slang from I do not know; but her little foreign staccato pronunciation gives them unusual quaintness.
She has gone out of my life as lightly and as remorselessly as she went out of Hamdi Effendi's; as she went, for aught she knew, out of that of the unhappy boy who lured her from Alexandretta. If she heard I was dead, I wonder whether she would say: "I am so glad!"
Her reply was startling. "My mother told me. She used to cry all day long. She was sorry she married Hamdi." "Poor thing!" said I. "Did he ill-treat her?" "Oh, ye-es. She had small-pox, too, and she was no longer pretty, so Hamdi took other wives and she did not like them. They were so fat and cruel. She used to tell me I must kill myself before I married a Turk.
The pictures became mere flitting wraiths of conjecture, yet touched with horrifying possibility.... Jack lingering, hiding.... Jack making love to the girl, attempting flight.... Jack discovered and the quick saber thrust for both. A fire?... Very likely to screen the darker tragedy. Hamdi was capable of it to save his pride. And it would dispose so easily of the evidence.
And the clever clerk with the two brothers in the bazaar had unearthed quite a bit of disquieting news about that reception disquieting, that is, to one with secret fears. There had been a fire in the apartments of the bride of Hamdi Bey and the bride had been killed instantly that much was known to all the world. The general had been distracted.
"Really, Monsieur, supposing I had stolen Miladi, you would be the last person I should inform of her whereabouts. You are simple, Monsieur. I had always heard that England was a country of arcadian innocence, so unlike my own black, wicked country, and now " he shrugged his shoulders blandly, "j'en suis convaincu." "You may jeer, Hamdi Effendi," said I in a white passion of anger.
In the bazaars a shop-owner was always hailed as "father" of whatever wares he had for sale. I remember one fat old man who sold porous earthenware jars customers invariably addressed him as "Abu hub" "Father of water-coolers." My best friend among the natives was a Kurdish chief named Hamdi Bey Baban. His father had been captured and taken to Constantinople.
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