yarim

Updated: May 15, 2025

But he seemed to know his place, although he looked at us down his nose again in shrewd appraisal. Will took out tobacco and rolled what in the innocence of his Yankee heart he believed was a cigarette. I produced and lit what he contemptuously called a "boughten cigaroot" Turkish Regie, with the scent of aboriginal ambrosia. The Zeitoonli took the hint. "Yarim sa' at," he said. "Korkakma!"

Talbot Mundy - The Eye of Zeitoon