"Blessed be God! She's here! here!" Then the maddening cries of the prisoners whose relatives had not come.
"My Ayesha! Where is she?
Curses on her mother! Why isn't she here ?" After that the shrieks of despair from such as learned that their breadwinners were dying off one by one.

"Dead, you say ?" "Dead!" "No, no!" "Yes, yes!" "No, no, I say!" "I say yes! God forgive me! died last week.

But don't you die too.

Here take this bag of zummetta." Then inquiries after absent children.

"Little Selam, where is he ?" "Begging in Tetuan." "Poor boy! poor boy! And pretty M'barka, what of her ?" "Alas! M'barka's a public woman now in Hoolia's house at Marrakesh.