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the Bey’s palace. There all was light and all was buftle, as 
if.it had been noon-day. I alighted with great difficulty 
from my difconfolate afs, but with much greater pleafure 
than ever I mounted the fineft horfe in the world. None of 
the people there knew what I came for, but thought I was 
fome Arab from the country. At laft  faw a Copht who 
had been a fervant of Ali Bey. I told him whol was, and 
he immediately knew me, but had not heard that I was ar- 
rived, and ftill lefs that I was fent for; but he went in to 
the Bey’s fecretary, who ordered my immediate admiffion. 
In the mean time, my Sarach and company, who hadufed 
me fo tenderly, came round me, defiring the Bacfifh, or 
money to drink. “Look you, friend, faid I, your mafter 
knows me well, and you fhall fee what is the Bacfifh he will 
give you.” Anumber of Turks ftanding by aiked, “ What 
did he do to you? Did he ufe you ill? Tell the Bey, and he 
will do for him.” My friend feemed to be fenfible he was ina 
{crape, and, though the order of the Bey came for my 
being admitted, he would not allow me to pafs, but put 
his back againft the door till | promifed to fay nothing te 
the Bey. 
I was introduced to Mahomet Bey Abou Dahab. He was 
fon-in-law to Ali Bey my friend, whom he had betrayed, 
and forced to fly into Syria, where he ftill was at the head 
of a {mall army. He had been prefent with him the day 
] had my Jaft audience, when he was plainly dreffed as a 
foldier. A large fofa, or rather two large fofas furnifhed with 
cufhions, took up a great part of a {pacious faloon. They 
were of the richeft crimfon and gold, excepting a {mall yel- 
low and gold one like a pillow, upon which he was leaning, 
Vou. IV. f 4K fupporting 
