The Palace of Darkened Windows by Mary Hastings Bradley
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"'It is no use,' he repeated. 'There is no way out for you'"
_Frontispiece_ "'I do not want to stay here'" "He found himself staring down into the bright dark eyes of a girl he had never seen" "Billy went to the mouth, peering watchfully out" THE PALACE OF DARKENED WINDOWS CHAPTER I THE EAVESDROPPER A one-eyed man with a stuffed crocodile upon his head paused before the steps of Cairo's gayest hotel and his expectant gaze ranged hopefully over the thronged verandas. It was afternoon tea time; the band was playing and the crowd was at its thickest and brightest. The little tables were surrounded by travelers of all nations, some in tourist tweeds and hats with the inevitable green veils; others, those of more leisurely sojourns, in white serges and diaphanous frocks and flighty hats fresh from the Rue de la Paix. |
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