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"'Blind, he shrieked, I am blind! O Merciful Allah, my eyes! and he fell, howling. "'Now that is very strange, said my brother, 'for I threw pure, plain, cold water in his face. See me drink of the remainder! and he drank from the bottle, and so did I, in fear and wonder. Cold, pure, fair water it was, and nothing else! "But Ibrahim the Weeper was blind.
For Teola's new burst of agony settled a solemnity upon Tess which she could not throw off. Forgetting her squatter position, she slipped her hand between the white fingers of the weeper. Teola did not care if the girl's finger-nails were filled with black soot, did not care if the squatter were covered with a dirty, ragged dress, or if her bare feet were calloused from the rocks.
And yet he did not kill Ibrahim Mahmud the Weeper, who surely earned his death twice, and who tried to kill him in a manner most terrible to think of.
Instead of the alert, self-possessed Mignon who had swept proudly into the dressing room that night, those who shared the room with her found a convulsive weeper lying face downward on the floor. "What's the matter?" was the concerted cry. A good-natured senior took Mignon gently by the shoulders. "Get up, Mignon," she commanded.
By adoption into the family of Aquipaguetin he had a large relationship thrust upon him, for the old weeper had many wives and children and other kindred. Hennepin indeed felt that he was not needed and might at any time be disposed of. He never had that confidence in his father Aquipaguetin which a son should repose in a parent.
With Tom jugged, and me in stripes it wasn't very jolly, and I lost my nerve. "Ashamed huh?" he said lightly. I nodded. I was ashamed. "Pity you didn't get ashamed before you broke in here." "What the devil was there to be ashamed of?" The sting in his voice had cured me. I never was a weeper. I sat up, my face blazing, and stared at him.
The husband of the "married woman" also came, and relieved the other gentlemen from the charge of the "weeper." He was a stout, ruddy Provencal, in a white blouse, and I commiserated him sincerely for having such a disagreeable wife.
They worked with her one whole day, then had to change the ending. She's said to be very noble and womanly in it. I went home next day, leaving her in pursuit of her art. But I got glowing letters from her about every week, she doing new pictures and her salary jumping because other film parties was naturally after so good a weeper. And the next year I run down to see her.
In his, and their defence, it may be urged that they knew nothing of the activities of a very retiring but persevering gentleman, known to his familiars as Ilderim the Weeper, and that they had grown up in the belief that all England's fighting and defence can be done by a few underpaid, unconsidered, and very vulgar hirelings.
Am I a Sahib that I should regard night as the time wholly sacred to sleep and day as the time when to sleep is sin? I will tell the Sahib the tale of the Blindness of Ibrahim Mahmud the Weeper, well knowing that he, a truth-speaker, will believe the truth spoken by his servant. To no liar would it seem possible.
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