And now the whip was lost through my neglectfulness.

Rashid's dejection made me feel a worm.
'Allah! Allah!' he made moan, 'What can I do?
The driver was a chance encounter.

I do not know his dwelling, which may God destroy!' The host remarked in comfortable tones that flesh is grass, all treasure perishable, and that it behoves a man to fix desire on higher things.

Whereat Rashid sprang up, as one past patience, and departed, darting through the cattle in the yard with almost supernatural agility.

'Let him eat his rage alone!' the host advised me, with a shrug.
Having ordered supper for the third hour of the night, I, too, went out to stretch my limbs, which were stiff and bruised from four hours' jolting in a springless carriage, always on the point of overturning.