pan-jam's

Updated: September 15, 2025

Something in that old fellow." The dinner went on. The Malays in scarlet and yellow served the dishes and poured the wine with noiseless regularity. The men at arms at each side of the door rested their legs. The two blackamoors, guarding the High Pan-Jam's chair, and who had been promised double pay if they kept still during the entire evening, had not so far winked an eyelid.

Francis Hopkinson Smith - The Fortunes of Oliver Horn