The Girl from Hong-Kong: A Story of Adventure Under Five Suns — page 116: what you’re looking at

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110 THE GIRL FROM HONG-KONG. CHAPTER XtI.- THE RED PIPER’S YARN. THE cries of muleteers, the clang ef the silversmith’s hammer, the bray of asses, and -all the varied sounds associated with an Eastern eity. fall softly upon. the ear, and make the description very realistic as Terry reads to Doris what the clever pen of the poet has written con- cerning the Rose of Naishapur: ; ‘‘Where Naishapur’s minarets arise Against deep purple Oriental skies ma And dizzy rows of lime and cypress trees March through the blazing noon by twos and threes | Along the road half-strangled in the dust; Where’armed vans with eyes of vague mistrust Creep through the heat toward the burning town, : °’ And all day long the dust goes drifting down Upon pomegranate leaves and wisps of vine That scarce drop shadows in the fierce sunshine; Beside the way a narrow strip of land Lies cramped for room, hemmed in on either hand By blank white walls ablaze against the blue. “Tn that briéf space a lonely rose once grew. A bit of green with here and there a bud Against the wall, like drops of crimson blood. 7 comicbooks.com