Chapter 146 of 372 · 66 words · ~1 min read

XCII.

"And are you _really, truly,_ now a Turk? With any other women did you wive? Is't true they use their fingers for a fork? Well, that's the prettiest Shawl--as I'm alive! You'll give it me? They say you eat no pork. And how so many years did you contrive To--Bless me! did I ever? No, I never Saw a man grown so yellow! How's your liver?