Jimgrim and Allah's Peace by Talbot Mundy
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"Must be a mistake, though. The man I'm looking for is taller
than you--very dark--looks, walks, speaks and acts like a Bedouin. I saw him this afternoon in Bedouin costume in the American Colony store." "Yes, I noticed you. Sit down, won't you? Yes, I'm he--the Bedouin abayi* seems to add to a man's height. Soap and water account for the rest of it. These cigars are from the States." [*Long-sleeved outer cloak.] It was hard to believe, even on the strength of his straight statement--he talking undisguised American, and smiling at me, no doubt vastly pleased with my incredulity. "Are you a case of Jekyll and Hyde?" I asked. "No. I'm more like both sides of a sandwich with some army mule- meat in the middle. But I won't be interviewed. I hate it. Besides, it's against the regulations." His voice was not quite so harshly nasal as those of the Middle West, but he had not picked up the ultra-English drawl and clipped-off consonants that so many Americans affect abroad and overdo. I don't think a wise crook would have chosen him as a subject for experiments. He had dark eyes with noticeably long lashes; heavy eyebrows; what the army examination-sheets describe as a medium chin; rather large hands with long, straight fingers; and feet such as an athlete stands on, fully big for his size, |
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