CHAPTER VII.
BARUNG At the sound of this soft voice (the extreme softness of Maqueda's voice was always one of her greatest charms), Orme opened his eyes and stared at her.
"Very queer dream," I heard him mutter.

"Must be something in the Mohammedan business after all.

Extremely beautiful woman, and that gold thing looks well on her dark hair." "What does the lord your companion say ?" asked Maqueda of me.
Having first explained that he was suffering from shock, I translated word for word, whereon Maqueda blushed to her lovely violet eyes and let fall her veil in a great hurry.

In the confusion which ensued, I heard Quick saying to his master: "No, no, sir; this one ain't no houri.

She's a flesh and blood queen, and the pleasantest to look at I ever clapped eyes on, though a benighted African Jew.