His eyes, beneath the blue shadow of his eyelashes, shone with covetousness while gazing at my watch which lay on the table.
"I thought he had escaped.

And this surprised me, not because captives are strictly watched in Oriental prisons, where men, women, horses and dogs are herded in imperfectly closed courtyards, and guarded by a soldier armed with a stick.

But Moslems are never tempted to flee from their fate.

Selim knelt down with an appealing grace, and approached his lips to my hand, to kiss it according to ancient custom.

I was not asleep, and I had proof of it.