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drinking fountain) though the White Man in him must have been aware that the water was far from safe to drink. He would pick a stick of sugar-cane 鏉窞鎸夋懇閭i噷濂?off a stall as he passed, to gnaw it in the open street: or a sweet locust-bean. Here, everywhere, the cries of the open street greeted him and he responded radiantly. 鈥榊鈥檃lla, effendi, Skob鈥?鈥楴aharak said, ya Skob鈥?鈥楢llah salimak.鈥?He would sigh and say 鈥楧ear people鈥? and 鈥楬ow I love the place you have no idea!鈥?dodging a liquid-eyed camel as it humped down the narrow street 鏉窞淇濆仴娌瑰帇 threatening to knock us down with its bulging sumpters of bercim, the wild clover which is used as fodder. 鈥楳ay your prosperity increase鈥?鈥楤y your leave, my mother鈥?鈥楳ay your day be blessed鈥?鈥楩avour me, O sheik.鈥?Scobie walked here with the ease of a man who has come into his own estate, slowly, sumptuously, like an Arab. Today we sat together for a while in the shade of the ancient mosque listening to the clicking of the palms and the hooting of sea-going 鏉窞瓒虫荡tykjmldl liners in the invisible basin below. 鈥業鈥檝e just seen a directive鈥?said Scobie at last, in a sad withered little voice 鈥榓bout what they call a Peddyrast. It鈥檚 rather shaken me, old man. I don鈥檛 mind admitting it 鈥?I didn鈥檛 know the word. I had to look it up. At all costs, it says, we must exclude them. They are dangerous to the security of the net.鈥?I gave a laugh and for a moment the old man showed signs of wanting to respond with a weak giggle, but his depression overtook the impulse, to leave it buried, a small hollowness in those cherry-red cheeks. He puffed furiously at his pipe. 鈥楶eddyrast鈥?he repeated with scorn, and groped for his matchbox. 鈥業 don鈥檛 think they quite understand at Home鈥?he said sadly. 鈥楴ow the Egyptians, they don鈥檛 give a damn about a man if he has Tendencies 鈥?provided he鈥檚 the Soul of Honour, like me.鈥?鏉窞瓒虫荡姹熷崡鏄ヨ壊 He meant it. 鈥楤ut now, old man, if I am to work for the 鈥?You Know What 鈥?I ought to tell them 鈥?what do you say?鈥?鈥楧on鈥檛 be a fool, Scobie.鈥?鈥榃ell, I don鈥檛 know鈥?he said sadly. 鈥業 want to be honest with them. It isn鈥檛 that I cause any harm. I suppose one shouldn鈥檛 have Tendencies 鈥?any more than warts or a big nose. But what can I

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do?鈥?鈥楽urely at your age very little?鈥?鈥楤elow the belt鈥?said the pirate with a flash of his old form. 鈥楧irty. Cruel. Narky.鈥?He 鏉窞姘寸枟spa浼氭墍鎺掑悕 looked archly at me round his pipe and suddenly cheered up. He began one of those delightful rambling monologues 鈥?another chapter in the saga he had composed around his oldest friend, the by now mythical Toby Mannering. 鈥楾oby was once Driven Medical by his excesses 鈥?I think I told you. No? Well, he was. Driven Medical.鈥?He was obviously quoting and with relish. 鈥楲ord how he 鏉窞娌瑰帇灏卞仛浠€涔?used to go it as a young man. Stretched the limit in beating the bounds. Finally he found himself under the Doctor, had to wear an Appliance.鈥?His voice rose by nearly an octave. 鈥楬e went about in a leopard-skin muff when he had shore l