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Updated: May 13, 2025
When McLean turned back to Jinny Jeffries she saw that his look was sharply altered. There was a transfixed air about him and when he spoke his voice told her that he had had a shock. "My man tells me," he said, "that Hamdi Bey's bride is dead. He buried her yesterday." There was a moment's pause. "What? That lovely girl?" said Jinny in startled pity.
"I'm afraid you're expecting some one rather badly," he remarked with piercing perceptiveness. "A dull acquaintance," said I. "I shall be sorry when his arrival puts an end to our engaging conversation." Then the lift door opened and Hamdi stepped out like the Devil in an Alhambra ballet. He looked at my card and looked at me. He bowed politely.
"You mustn't send me back Hamdi will kill me oh please don't send me back he will make me marry his friend Mustapha Mustapha has only two teeth and he is seventy years old and he has a wife already I only went with Harry to avoid Mustapha. Hamdi would kill me, he would beat me, he would make me marry Mustapha." That is what I gathered from her utterances.
My mamma used to cry all the time at Alexandretta; but Hamdi! " she broke into an adorable trill of a chuckle, "You would as soon see a goose going with boots and stockings, like the Puss in the shoes the fairy tale as Hamdi crying. Hou!" Half an hour later, as we were driving homewards, she broke a rather long silence which she had evidently been employing in meditation. "Seer Marcous." "Yes?"
I am beginning to have a contempt for Hamdi Effendi. "They are what you call improper, eh?" she laughed, referring to the tales. "I will sing you a Turkish song which you will not understand." "Is it a suitable song?" "Kim bilir who knows?" said Carlotta. She began a melancholy, crooning, guttural ditty; but broke off suddenly. "Oh! but it is stupid. Like the Turkish dancing.
"Look here, McLean, there's something I want to tell you " "Wait a minute now," said McLean quietly. "I want you to hear this.... It was a fire in the palace of your friend, Hamdi Bey." He had Jack's attention now he was fairly conscious of arrested breath.
In the East many well-known histories still exist only in manuscript form, and when a man wishes to build up a library he engages scribes and sends them to the place where a famous manuscript is kept with an order to make a copy. In the same way Hamdi Bey had men busied transcribing rare chronicles dealing with the career of his family extant in but one or two examples in mosques.
A cousin of his has seen me," she added, her young vanity forlornly rearing its head, "and told Hamdi that I am not not too ill-looking a girl " Her essay of a laugh died. Ryder's look deepened its sharp, defensive concentration. "This is true I mean your father is not just putting something over telling you to get your consent?" Her thoughts flew back to her father's haggard face.
Obviously Carlotta had saved me the trouble of explaining her. "I once met our friend Hamdi," Pasquale continued. "He was the politest old ruffian that ever had a long nose and was pitted with smallpox." "Yes, yes!" cried Carlotta, delighted. "That is Hamdi." "Is there any disreputable foreigner that you are not familiar with?" I asked, somewhat sarcastically. "I hope not," he laughed.
Small wonder that her father had come flying upon the wings of his danger and its deliverance, small wonder that his brow was wet and his lips dry and his eyes hard with terror. Thrown to the winds now his pretense of affection for Hamdi Bey! He hated and feared him. The old fox had done this, he declared, to get a hold upon him, for always there had been bad blood.
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