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31<br />

A VIZIER’S DAUGHTER – A TALE OF THE HAZARA WAR<br />

The third member of the mission was lost in wonder – and perhaps<br />

admiration, who knows? – as he stood in front of a handsome pier-glass<br />

and contemplated his own squat little figure. That was all he saw of the<br />

magnificence of an eastern court, but it was quite sufficient, he was<br />

deeply impressed .<br />

Ghu lam Hossain gazed everywhere, saw everything, and dreamed an<br />

ambitious dream. As he stood thus for a moment lost in thought, a tall<br />

thin man, wearing the usual Afghan court dress, came up to him, and,<br />

unnoticed b y any one, whispered something in his ear. Little harm,<br />

would have been done, however, had they noticed it, or had even<br />

caught what he said; it was only this, “Come to my house to -night,<br />

after evening prayers; my servant will be at the door of your house, and<br />

will co nduct you.” Ghulam Hossain’s heart beat quicker and he held his<br />

head higher. Here was his chance, this man, whoever he was, must have<br />

received instructions to take him to the Ameer, and once there, what<br />

might not be arranged? This was just what he wanted. He went home<br />

with the others, but was very silent during the few hours that<br />

intervened between his return from Durbar and the hour for which the<br />

next appointment had been made. He was thinking, turning over in his<br />

mind, ever y conceivable course that would be open to him. As usual,<br />

however, when the time came, the offers made him were just such as<br />

had never entered his head.<br />

CHAPTER VII<br />

A DIPLOMATIST AT WORK<br />

WHEN the hour of his appointment drew near, Ghulam Hossain went to<br />

the outer door and stood a moment in the street. A curious narrow<br />

street with high, irregular mud walls on either side, broken only b y a<br />

very occasional window, which windows were in the upper storey, and<br />

for the most part projected out some six feet or so across the public<br />

thoroughfare, supported b y stout roughly hewn pillars, placed at either<br />

of the two projecting corners, or by thinner logs placed at an angle of<br />

forty-five degrees between the wall, and the outer edges of the window.

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