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Updated: June 16, 2025
And just within the archway, standing erect with folded arms and the smile of fatuous benignity which Ventimore was beginning to know and dread, was the form of Fakrash-el-Aamash, the Jinnee! "May thy head long survive!" said Fakrash, by way of salutation, as he stepped through the archway.
The Jinnee removed his hat with both hands, and stood silent and impassive. "Let me present you to Miss Sylvia Futvoye," Ventimore continued, "the lady whose name you have already heard." There was a momentary gleam in Fakrash's odd, slanting eyes as they lighted on Sylvia's shrinking figure, but he made no acknowledgment of the introduction.
Fortunately for Ventimore, the momentary dismay he had felt on finding himself deserted by his unfathomable Jinnee at the very outset of the ceremony passed unnoticed, as the Prime Warden of the Candlestick-makers' Company immediately came to his rescue by briefly introducing him to the Lord Mayor, who, with dignified courtesy, had descended to the lowest step of the dais to receive him. "Mr.
Meanwhile, if you and Sylvia choose to consider yourselves engaged, I won't object only I must insist on having your promise that you won't persuade her to marry you without her mother's and my consent." Ventimore gave this undertaking willingly enough, and they returned to the drawing-room. Mrs.
As for you, Ventimore," he added, turning to Horace, "I don't know I can only guess at the part you have played in this wretched business; but in any case you will understand, once for all, that all relations between us must cease." "Papa," said Sylvia, tremulously, "Horace and I have already agreed that that we must separate."
"If I mistake not," he added, addressing the startled estate agent, who had jumped visibly, "thou art the merchant for whom my son here," and he laid a hand on Horace's shrinking shoulder, "undertook to construct a mansion?" "I am," said Mr. Wackerbath, in some mystification. "Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Ventimore, senior?" "No, no," put in Horace; "no relation.
And she paced the floor with her tinkling feet, writhing and undulating like some beautiful cobra, while the players worked themselves up to yet higher and higher stages of frenzy. Ventimore, as he sat there looking helplessly on, felt a return of his resentment against the Jinnee. It was really too bad of him; he ought, at his age, to have known better!
"I ought to have introduced myself before let me give you my card;" and Ventimore gave him one, which the other took and placed in his girdle. "That's my business address. I'm an architect, if you know what that is a man who builds houses and churches mosques, you know in fact, anything, when he can get it to build." "A useful calling indeed and one to be rewarded with fine gold."
"They talk of abolishing us," said the Lord Mayor, as he took an anchovy on toast; "but I maintain, Mr. Ventimore I maintain that we, with our ancient customs, our time-honoured traditions, form a link with the past, which a wise statesman will preserve, if I may employ a somewhat vulgar term, untinkered with."
"After all," reflected Ventimore, "if he chooses to consider that railway engines and steamers, and machinery generally, are inhabited by so many Jinn 'doing time, it's not to my interest to undeceive him indeed, it's quite the contrary!" "I wasn't aware the Lord Mayor had so much power as all that," he said; "but very likely you're right.
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