Zoraida: A Romance of the Harem and the Great Sahara
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Le Queux William. Zoraida: A Romance of the Harem and the Great Sahara
Chapter One. Ali Ben Hafiz
Chapter Two. The Omen of the Camel’s Hoof
Chapter Three. Entrapped
Chapter Four. A Veiled Face
Chapter Five. Zoraida’s Pledge
Chapter Six. The Man with a Secret
Chapter Seven. A Forgotten Tragedy
Chapter Eight. The Fight in the Meskam
Chapter Nine. Uzanne, the Outcast
Chapter Ten. Humours from the Desert
Chapter Eleven. The City of the Sun
Chapter Twelve. An Oath to Messoudia
Chapter Thirteen. Night in the Harem
Chapter Fourteen. Seeking the Unknown
Chapter Fifteen. At the Shrine of Darkness
Chapter Sixteen. The Crescent of Glorious Wonders
Chapter Seventeen. Strange Confidences
Chapter Eighteen. A Hidden Tragedy
Chapter Nineteen. Dead Fingers
Chapter Twenty. After the Fâtiha
Chapter Twenty One. A Startling Revelation
Chapter Twenty Two. Mákita’s Enemies
Chapter Twenty Three. The Treasure of Askiá
Chapter Twenty Four. Slave of the Sultan
Chapter Twenty Five. The Eunuch’s Scimitar
Chapter Twenty Six. In the Courts of Love
Chapter Twenty Seven. The False Cadi
Chapter Twenty Eight. On the Pinnacle of Al Arâf
Chapter Twenty Nine. Labakan
Chapter Thirty. The Hall of the Great Death
Chapter Thirty One. Kaylúlah
Chapter Thirty Two. The Ghuzzat of the Senousya
Chapter Thirty Three. A Penalty of Beauty
Chapter Thirty Four. Under the Green Banner
Chapter Thirty Five. Betrayed!
Chapter Thirty Six. The Bond of Blood
Chapter Thirty Seven. By the Drum of Nâr
Chapter Thirty Eight. Hadj Absalam’s Decree
Chapter Thirty Nine. Mohammed Ben Ishak
Chapter Forty. The Key to the Mystery
Chapter Forty One. Through Rose Mists
Chapter Forty Two. Vagaries of Vision
Chapter Forty Three. The Great White Diadem
Chapter Forty Four. Le Commencement de la Fin
Chapter Forty Five. The Price of Silence
Chapter Forty Six. Some Amazing Facts
Chapter Forty Seven. Conclusion
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On over the barren sand-hills, always in the track of the setting sun, each day passed much as its predecessor. I was no stranger to Northern Africa, for the wild, free life, unshackled by conventionalities, had a fascination for me, and consequently I had accompanied caravans through Tunis and Tripoli, and had wandered a good deal in Morocco. In the course of these journeys I had learned to love the Arabs, and had formed the acquaintance of many powerful Sheikhs, several of whom I now counted among my most faithful and devoted friends. Indeed, it was to join one of them, the head of the Tédjéhé-N’ou-Sidi, that I was now on my way south to Zamlen, in the Afelèle region.
After three years among the True Believers, I had at last overcome most of the difficulties of language, and could converse with them in their own tongue. It may have been this which commended itself to pious old Ali Ben Hafiz, for throughout our journey he was particularly gracious, though he bored me sometimes with his constant objurgatory remarks regarding Infidels in general and myself in particular. Once in exuberance of spirits I so far forgot myself as to whistle a popular English air, and although we were excellent friends, he reprimanded me so severely that I am not likely to forget that among the followers of the Prophet whistling is forbidden.
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Her answer was a stinging rebuff.
“None of thy people are here to witness,” I urged. “Let me for one second unclasp thy adjar and gaze upon thy countenance;” and at the same time I made a movement as if to tear away the tantalising veil that concealed her features.
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