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"Yes; I was taken to Laleli's house, and I never got out of it till last night," continued Alexander. "How long is it? I have not the least idea of the European date." "This is the 29th of March," said I. "And that was the end of June, twenty-one months.
It was heavy work for them, I dare say, tugging upstream, but to me the voyage was enchanting. The shores were all illuminated, and the Bosphorus swarmed with boats. It was the last time I was in a caïque. I do not know whether I could bear the sight of one now." "So they took you to Laleli's house?" said Paul, anxious to hear the rest.
The fresh northerly breeze blows down from the Black Sea all day, and often all night; and there is something invigorating in the air, which revives one after the long, gay season in Pera, and makes one feel that anything and everything is possible in such a place. The forest was different in May from what it had been on that bitter March night when Gregorios and I drove down to Laleli's house.
It was the work of an instant to puncture the skin of Laleli's hand, and to inject a small dose of morphine, a very small dose indeed, for the solution was weak. But the effect was almost instantaneous.
In a few moments we were driving swiftly away from the arches of the aqueduct in the direction whence we had come. Before we had reached the door of Laleli's house, Selim asked Balsamides to stop the carriage. We got out, and he took us up a narrow and filthy lane between two high walls.
Here we are coming to the house; be ready, they will open the door if they recognize the palace carriage through the lattice. Of course every one will be up if the old lady is dying, and it is not much past twelve. The man has driven fast." The wheels rattled over the pavement, and we drew up before the door of Laleli's house.
The strange adventure which had so long kept him a prisoner in Laleli's house lent him an atmosphere of romantic interest, and his own nature increased the illusion.
"Griggs," said he, suddenly changing the topic of our conversation, "it is a great pity we ever took the trouble to find Alexander. I often wish he were still lying in that pleasant den in Laleli's garden." "It would be better for every one concerned, except himself, if he were," I answered. "I detest the fellow's face. If it were not for his mustache, he might pass for a woman anywhere."
Laleli's beady eyes were fixed on his as he spoke, with an air of surprise, not unmingled with curiosity, and strongly tinged with contempt. "I know nothing about him," she answered steadily. "I never caused him to be seized. I never heard of him." "Then here is my medicine," said Gregorios, coldly. "It is a terrible medicine. Listen to the pleasure of his Majesty the Hunkyar."
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