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A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR
You understand me, son of a low-born swine?” The servant salaamed
and retired; this was not the language to which he was accustomed
from his gentle, polished master. When he had retired, silence again
resigned supreme, for the chief secretary had even ceased to raise the
dust from the carpet wit his stick, and had commenced business with
the various men who were waiting his orders.
From a corner where he had been sitting unobserved, a little man with
a flowing white beard rose and left the room. He was the Hakim, and
perhaps had work elsewhere. No one noticed his departure, and if they
had, they would, doubtless, have thought he was going to visit some
patient.
CHAPTER XXIV
RIVALS
“WHAT about the girl?” the Mir asked presently, when the room was a
little clearer.
“The girl?” her present owner said, rather wearily, as though she had
formed no subject of the recent hot discussion, “you can use your own
persuasions. If she will go with you, you can take her, but no woman