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Updated: August 6, 2024
I scarcely believe in anything else except Spring and Morning. But then, there is a way of making these the soul of them perpetual; and you have the secret of it, I am sure, better than most of us. Howadji! or I a dull drudge of an editor!
"Very well," we said, dryly, "you have established the fact that the Southerners come here for the summer and live in great luxury; but what has that to do with the cheapness of living in New York, which you began by boasting?" "Ah, I was coming back to that," the Howadji said, with a glow of inspiration.
And I answer, howadji, he will. Wherefore my eyes are tearing, for the men who have so unlucklessly "
"It is not to be said in the Arabic, howadji," returned Najib, wincing at this slur on his English. "For there is not such a thing in the Arabic as to make strike. We make strike. Thus I say it we 'stroke ourselves. If it is the wrong way for saying it " "Strike?" repeated Kirby, perplexed. "What do you mean? Are you still thinking about what I told you to-day? If you are going "
"On the to-morrow's morning, howadji," he said, "we enseech that you will write a sorrowsome letter to Cabell Effendi, in the Broad Street of New York; and say to him that all of us have made strike and that we shall work no more until we have from his hands a writing that our payment shall be two mejidie for every mejidie we have been capturing from his company.
I read the 'Howadji in Syria' as I sat at the Hoars' window. I had a delightful visit from E. Hoar. She saw the Pope yesterday, and he blessed her. Mrs. Story looked very pretty in a carriage at the Carnival, with a hat trimmed with a wreath of violets. Mr. and Mrs. Story called for us to go to the Doria Villa. We had a glorious excursion, finding rainbow anemones and seeing wonderful views. Mr.
My heart went out with a sweet sorrowfulness for that poor general or for the folk he bethreatened. Whichever it might chance itself to be. And now the news person has made a jest of the truth. But he " Kirby's attempt at self-control went to pieces. He guffawed. Najib eyed him sourly; then said in icy reproof: "It is known to all, howadji, that Sidi-ben-Hassan, the sheikh, was the wisest of men.
Twice this past year he had surprised Najib scanning the gruesome pages in frank delight. "I betook the book to their campfire, howadji, and I smote upon my breast and I bewept me and I wailed aloud and I would not make comfort. Till at last they all awoken and they came out of their huts and they reviled at me for disturbing them as they slept themselfs so happily. Then I spake much to them.
"Furthermore, howadji!" he hailed his chief as soon as he was within earshot, "the shipment for Alexandretta is on its wayward over than an hour earlier than it was due to bestart itself. And those poor hell-selected fellaheen are betoiling themselfs grand. Have I done well, oh, howadji?" "Najib!" stammered Kirby, still dazed.
"May the houris make soft your bed in the Paradise of the Prophet!" jabbered Najib, in a frenzy of gratitude, as he hugged the treasured gift to his breast. "And and, howadji, there be more pictures I did not show. They will be of a nice convenience, if ever again it be needsome to make a new law for the mine." "But "
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