en. XXI.] Goodbye to tJic Dcscii. i 5 i 



wheat sounded to our ears an affected lis]), with tlie 

 Syrian '' marahubhay AVe were once more with- 

 in the pale of Ottoman law, that half-way house 

 between desert freedom and the chains of Euro]ic. 

 Lastly, we met a man in Frankish clothes, with 

 rings on his fingers and speaking French, who told 

 us he was dragjoman to a forcio-D Consulate. AVe 

 hardly knew with what face to look at him, so bare 



and bald and skimjoily clothed he seemed. 



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The next morning ^ve rode into Damascus. 



