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THE RED RUGS OF TARSUS

from his crown, and the muscles of his neck stiffened as he gasped for breath while his throat was cut with a shiny white letter-opener.

As I fell asleep last night, I saw the three dignitaries leaning forward frowning. The Mufti had clinched the sides of the bench with his thin hands. Could they be seriously dis- approving of our show, because we killed a king in it ? I went to sleep laughing over Doc- tor Christie's story of the way the authorities would not permit him to teach physics in the early days because he was obliged to use the word "revolution."

April ninth.

Last night Herbert and I drove on the Mer- sina road. We love this drive in the late after- noon. It leads in the direction of home straight to the sunset. Camels came towards us. From the head the line was double. As they parted to the sides of the road, I said to Herbert, "Let 's count the beasts. You take your side and I '11 take this." They numbered [98]

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