perfume-seller's

Updated: May 6, 2025

I smell the scent of the perfume-seller's stall, the heavy sweetness of attar of roses.... I hear the tinkle of camel bells.... There comes a change.... I see a mountain-pass and a mule-train crawling through the dust, I see the paths that go around the world. Which of our pictures do you prefer?" She gave a pained, low cry, and buried her face passionately on his shoulder.

Charles Neville Buck - The Lighted Match