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When talking of the sacking of his house, Père Anastase would work himself into a white heat of fury and his eyes would flash as he bitterly cursed the vandals who had destroyed his treasures. It was in Baghdad that I first ran into Major E.B. Soane, whose Through Mesopotamia and Kurdistan in Disguise is a classic. Soane was born in southern France, his mother French and his father English.
Soane did not answer, and the two, absorbed in the rattle of the dice and the turns of their beloved hazard, presently forgot him; his lordship being the deepest player in London and as fit a successor to the luckless Lord Mountford as one drop of water to another.
I heard the wheels coming, and looked out and saw it stop and the men go off. There was no woman with them. 'How many were they? Soane asked sharply. The man seemed honest. 'Well, there were two went off with the horses, the smith answered, 'and two again slipped off on foot by the lane 'tween the houses there. I saw no more, your honour, and there were no more.
As the Earl's illness continued to detain all who desired to see him from the Duke of Grafton's parliamentary secretary to the humblest aspirant to a tide-waitership Soane was not the only one who had time on his hands and sought to while it away in the company of the fair.
Soane turned a large khan on the outskirts of the town into a poorhouse, and here he lodged the starving women and children that drifted in from all over Kurdistan. It was a fearful assemblage of scarecrows. As they got better he selected women from among them to whom he turned over the administration of the khan.
I told him we ought not to come here! And then, before her ladyship could reply, 'Is this the party that have Sir George Soane's rooms? he continued, turning to the nearest servant. Lady Dunborough answered for the man. 'Ay! she said, pitiless in her triumph. 'They are! And know no more of Soane than the hair of my head!
It was plain that he did not approve of Sir George's condescension. 'I have no notion, Soane answered, yawning. 'But he has got a very pretty girl with him. Whether she is laying traps for Dunborough 'The viscountess's son? 'Just so I cannot say. But that is the old harridan's account of it. 'Is she here too? 'Lord, yes; and they had no end of a quarrel downstairs.
C. Hamilton, I was surprised to find the temperature of the day cooler by nearly 4 degrees than that of the hills above, or of the upper part of the Soane valley; while on the other hand the nights were decidedly warmer. The atmosphere was extremely dry and electrical, the hair constantly crackling when combed.
The doctor took snuff, put up his box, filled his glass and emptied it before he spoke. Then, 'No, no, Sir George, it has not come to that yet, he said heartily. 'There is only one thing for it now. They must do something for you. And he also rose to his feet, and stood with his back to the fire, looking at his companion. 'Who? Soane asked, though he knew very well what the other meant.
'My dear Sir George, my dear friend, he urged very seriously, and with a shocked face, 'you should not say things like that of his lordship. You really should not! My lord is a most excellent and 'Pure ass! said Soane with irritation. 'And I wish you would go and divert him instead of boring me. 'Dear, dear, Sir George! Mr. Thomasson wailed. 'But you do not mean it?
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