The shepherd looked as if he had been dug up, a dirty ruffian with matted hair and a beard like a bird's nest.

The two soldiers stood staring with sullen faces, fingering their guns, while the other chap raved and stormed and kept pointing at Peter, whose mild eyes stared unwinkingly at his assailant.
The mischief was that neither of us had a word of Turkish.

I tried German, but it had no effect.

We sat looking at them and they stood storming at us, and it was fast getting dark.

Once I turned my horse round as if to proceed, and the two soldiers jumped in front of me.
They jabbered among themselves, and then one said very slowly: 'He ...
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