Ximen's countenance fell; he looked round in doubt and fear, and then, after a short pause, answered, "A wealthy man, good sir a Moor of Africa; but he hath also gone; he but seldom visits us; Granada is not so peaceful a residence as it was, I would go too, if I could." Muza released his hold of Ximen, who gazed at the Moor's working countenance with a malignant smile for Ximen hated all men.

I could give thee to the bow-string and, if thou Overt dead, all thy goods and gold, even to the mule at the manger, would be old Ximen's." He paused at that thought, shut his eyes, and smiled at the prospect his fancy conjured up and completing his survey, retired to his own chamber, which opened, by a small door, upon one of the back courts.

I could give thee to the bow-string and, if thou Overt dead, all thy goods and gold, even to the mule at the manger, would be old Ximen's." He paused at that thought, shut his eyes, and smiled at the prospect his fancy conjured up and completing his survey, retired to his own chamber, which opened, by a small door, upon one of the back courts.

Ximen's countenance fell; he looked round in doubt and fear, and then, after a short pause, answered, "A wealthy man, good sir a Moor of Africa; but he hath also gone; he but seldom visits us; Granada is not so peaceful a residence as it was, I would go too, if I could." Muza released his hold of Ximen, who gazed at the Moor's working countenance with a malignant smile for Ximen hated all men.