But a man in strong middle prime of age, like me, knows his own mind; and--yes, on the whole I was unjust to Isaacs and to Miss Westonhaugh.

If a woman loved me, she should have all the tiger's ears she wanted.

"Still, I hope he will get back safely," I added, in afterthought to my reverie, as I turned into bed and ordered Kiramat Ali to wake me half an hour before dawn.
I was restless, sleeping a little and dreaming much.

At last I struct a light and looked at my watch.

Four o'clock.