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After a very long time, during which the little girl probably took the goods, the money, and the slip to some central desk, where the note was received, its amount and number entered in a book, change given to the girl, a copy of the slip made and entered, girl's entry examined and approved, goods wrapped up, girl registered, plaits counted and entered on a slip of paper and copied by the girl in her book, girl taken to a hydrant and washed, number of towel entered on a paper slip and copied by the girl in her book, value of my note and amount of change branded somewhere on the child, and said process noted on a slip of paper and copied in her book, the girl came to me, bringing my change and the package of Turkey-red calico.
Sprawled there over the Turkey-red cloth, which was not unhaunted by the ghosts of dead dinners, he became chastely and divinely happy.
Here she drew the turkey-red curtain, glanced wildly round, and the next moment had dropped on her knees. "Oh, please, God, save me from myself," whispered the wretched girl. "Help me out of this somehow. Give me the strength to write the essay myself. Oh, please, God, I must I must have the Scholarship. Please, please give me the ability, the genius to write the essay myself."
Then came the unwrapping of the bundles, and Corydon's guileless and joyful announcement that she had come upon a wonderful bargain in the dry-goods store, a beautiful piece of "turkey-red" cloth which would serve as the table-cover for which her soul had been pining and which she had obtained for the incredibly small sum of thirty cents! Whereupon, of course, Thyrsis began to exclaim in dismay.
We always had quilts of turkey-red or some other cotton, for when we lay down our beds often became sandy, and the quilts could easily be shaken or brushed, and besides protected the blankets from burrs and grass-thorns. We were by ourselves in the afternoon when Talib came quite alone, and with an air of secrecy, to ask for his eleven dollars for that day's camel hire.
"I'm goin' to make things snug and put down the other anchor," he said. "You stay till I come back and we'll have suthin' hot." He put on his oil-skin hat and coat, and taking the lantern from its hook, went out into the night. Within, the light of the swinging lamp fell on the turkey-red. It glowed. The cat purred in its depths. The artist had been dreaming. In his hand he held an open locket.
I was loath to exchange my good horse for a gharrie, with a Kling driver draped slightly in Turkey-red cotton sitting on the shafts, who, statuesque as he was, had a far less human expression than Mahmoud and Eblis.
When we had knocked from the trees a box of mangoes and turkey-red maranones, B touched a match to the thatch roof and almost before we could regain the launch the shack was pouring skyward in a column of smoke.
And I remember, too, that Ardelia's mother wanted to sign it; but she couldn't, owin' to a bed-spread she wus a makin'. She wuz a quiltin' in Noah's ark, and all the animals, at that time, on a Turkey-red quilt. I remember she wuz a quiltin' the camel that day, and couldn't be disturbed. So we didn't get the names. It took the old lady three years to quilt that quilt.
He hastily smoothed his hair, looked to the flame of his bright little lamp and made a trip of inspection round the room. Everything was in order. He was almost glad that they were to come at night, for the lamplight seemed to lend a more cheerful look to the room. The Turkey-red cotton counterpane on the bed looked particularly well, the Count thought.
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