The Circassian Slave, or, the Sultan's favorite : a story of Constantinople and the Caucasus by Maturin Murray Ballou
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there was in the eye a doomed darkness of expression that caused the
beautiful creature before him to almost tremble with fear. "Beautiful, indeed," mused the Sultan, as he gazed upon the slave with undisguised interest; "and how much did she cost us, good Mustapha?" "One thousand piasters, excellency" answered the agent, with profound respect. "A thousand piasters," repeated the monarch, again gazing at the slave. "Yes, excellency, the bids ran high." "A goodly sum, truly, Mustapha, but a goodly return," continued the Sultan. "There was one fault, excellency," continued the agent, "that I feared might disappoint you." "And what is that, good Mustapha?" "She is both deaf and dumb, excellency." "A mute?" "Yes, excellency." "Both deaf and dumb," repeated the Sultan, rising from his divan and |
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