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Two more narrow lanes, a last winding alley, and the welcome door of the tabiba's never more welcome. I called to Miss Z as I led Tahara into the courtyard. Her answering voice was all I would have prayed for at that moment. She was just starting with S`lam.
People in the city had spoken against her and said evil things about her. S`lam was jealous. He had been very angry. They had quarrelled, and he had poisoned her. But he must never, never, on any account, know that she had been to the tabiba's to tell the tale. If S`lam suspected that Tahara knew he had tried to poison her, and had told us of it well, her life was not worth a flus.
At last R. managed to quiet her a little, and by-and-by to make her try to help us to understand, by saying slowly in Arabic two or three words which would be intelligible to us, together with the word or so of English which she herself knew. Then we gathered that her one desire was that I should go to the tabiba's. But why? We told her that S`lam had gone.
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