A Vagabond Journey Around the World: A Narrative of Personal Experience

part in the religious services, and their speech was redundant with the

softened S of modern Greek.

Maghmoód, perhaps, betrayed my confidences. At any rate, the oily-skinned Armenian who accosted me from the steamer in execrable French knew more of my affairs than I had told to anyone but the cavalryman.

“My friends have been wondering,” he began, abruptly, “how you will...