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Show j':fl:· -o~~ - _,_ \j ,. _~~~:. word for it. I have lived among ~,......._ ~ '~' them nearly all my hfe. Never trust 1~ - ' -~~~ an Arab. He will live with you for: ~, ~..)i~: twenty years and then cut your I ,.. ~ ._ throat for a sou. What I have seen! •· ·~..::_ WhatihaveknownamongtheArabs ! - -·They are clever, but yes! They are handsome. They can get round a man, and as for women-well!" She spread out her hands and shrugged her shoulders. "I myself when I was younger- but enough! The Arab is traitre, m'sieu. He will sell his soul for money, and to satisfy his lust he will lie, he will cajole, he will bribe, he will betray, he will murder. I could tell you stories! And an Arab is always an Arab. He never changes. He seems to change- yes, but it is only the surface. The bottom is always the same. He goes to Paris. He speaks French as I do. He learns the lovely manners of the Parisian. Mon Dieu! He might go to a court 8o if we had one in my beautiful France. And then he comes back to the desert and at once all is forgotten. He sits in the sand, he spits, he eats couscous with his fingers- he is a camel, m'sieu, he is a camel. Such is the Arab! Beware of him! Has m'sieu a wife?" The abrupt question startled Sir Claude, who had been listening to this tirade with a good deal of astonishment. "Er-yes," he replied, uneasily. "Never let her have anything to do with the Arabs!" \ "Good Lord, madame! As if my wife-" "Never, never!" continued the landlady, vehemently. "The Arab _ _ has a charm for women. I myself ~. have felt it, I who speak to you! He calls and they come. I could tell you of European ladies-but enough! The \~desert holds its mysteries. I re- |