The fate of such slaves is not generally a happy one." Isaacs paused a moment, and drew in two or three long breaths of smoke.

"Do you see that bright star in the south ?" he said, pointing with his long jewel-set mouthpiece.
"Yes.

It must be Sirius." "That is my star.

Do you believe in the agency of the stars in human affairs?
Of course you do not; you are a European: how should you?
But to proceed.

The stars, or the fates or Kali, or whatever you like to term your kismet, your portion of good and evil, allotted me a somewhat happier existence than generally falls to the share of young slaves in Roum.