The Circassian Slave, or, the Sultan's favorite : a story of Constantinople and the Caucasus by Maturin Murray Ballou
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"Most rigid inquiries, excellency."
"And could learn nothing of the history of this beautiful slave?" continued the Sultan. "Nothing, excellency." "It is very strange that no one can be found who knows aught about her. Did you trace her back to those who sold her to the salesman of the bazaar?" "Yes, excellency, and two sales beyond that; but it seemed that although so beautiful, the fact of her being dumb had caused her to be very much undervalued, and she had passed through the hands of a number of irresponsible slave merchants, who took but little heed of her before she came to the bazaar." "Doubtless, then, we may hardly expect to hear more concerning her." "The reward you offered was munificent, excellency, but has brought no response." "You have not yet purchased for me those Georgians, good Mustapha," continued the monarch, after a few moments' pause, and probably desiring to change a subject in which he felt that he was only too much interested. "Excellency, they are held at so high a price that I have refused to pay it." |
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