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"Bring them!" he shouted, and King suppressed a shudder for what proof had he of right to be there beyond Ismail's verbal corroboration of a lie? Would Ismail lie for him again? he wondered. And if so, would the lie be any use?
Whatever was done must be done between Selamlik Pasha, the tigerish libertine, and Richard Donovan, the little man who, at the tail end of Ismail's reign, was helping him hold things together against the black day of reckoning, "prepared for the devil and all his angels," as Dicky had said to Ismail on this very momentous morning, when warning him of the perils in his path.
But it really covers a period of at least twenty-one years; for the narrative begins shortly after the beginning of Quli's reign , and ends with Ismail's death . We are left, therefore, entirely in the dark as to the exact years referred to. But there are some points of agreement between our authorities.
The fellow lay back across Ismail's knees, breathless but well enough contented. And after a few more minutes the Orakzai Pathan came back, and King tried to make room for him to sit. "I bade thee keep my place!" he growled, towering over King and plucking at his knife-belt irresolutely.
Whatever was done must be done between Selamlik Pasha, the tigerish libertine, and Richard Donovan, the little man who, at the tail end of Ismail's reign, was helping him hold things together against the black day of reckoning, "prepared for the devil and all his angels," as Dicky had said to Ismail on this very momentous morning, when warning him of the perils in his path.
The sale of Ismail's canal shares only served to stave off the impending crash which would have formed the natural sequel to this new "South Sea Bubble." All who took part in this carnival of folly ought to have suffered alike, Ismail and his beys along with the stock-jobbers and dividend-hunters of London and Paris.
That Kingsley Bey, who had been a slave-master with Ismail's own approval and to his advantage, should now she glowed with pained anger. . . . She would not wait till she had seen Kingsley Bey, or Donovan Pasha again; she herself would go to Ismail at once. So, she went to Ismail, and she was admitted, after long waiting in an anteroom.
"Ma'uzbillah!" they murmured as Ismail's meaning dawned and they recognized a magician in their midst. "May God protect us!" "May God protect me! I have need of it!" said King. "What shall my new name be? Give ye me a name!" "Nay, choose thou!" urged Ismail, drawing nearer. "We have seen one miracle; now let us hear another!" "Very well. Khan is a title of respect.
All this Dicky knew, and five minutes from the time Mahommed Yeleb had left him he was on his way to Ismail's palace, with his kavass behind him, cool and ruminating as usual, now answering a salute in Turkish fashion, now in English, as Egyptians or Europeans passed him. There was one being in the Khedive's palace whose admiration for Dicky was a kind of fetish, and Dicky loathed him.
King ordered, and Ismail stared. "Get out my bag, I said!" "To hear is to obey!" Ismail grumbled, reaching with his long arm through the window. The engine shrieked again, somebody whistled, and the train began to move. "You've missed it!" said Saunders, amused at Ismail's frantic disappointment. The giant was tugging at his beard. "How about your trunk?
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