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A SERVANT OF SATAN. 47 He then ‘“‘salaamed” again and, arising from the ground, began displaying his wares to some ladies who were sitting under the veranda. Frederick, whose thoughts imme- diately turned to the lady whom he had met two days before on the road to the Pyramids, repaired at once to his room and, cutting the thread which bound the flowers together, - brought to view a small, square envelope without any ad- dress. Carefully opening it he extracted therefrom a highly perfumed sheet of pink paper on which the following words were written: ‘If you wish to see me again, go to-night between 11 and 12 o'clock to the farther end of the Mouski street and follow the woman who will give you a bunch of lotus flowers. She will bring you to me. Destroy this.” Frederick dropped the note to the floor in his surprise and delight. His wildest anticipations were surpassed, for in a few hours he would see his ‘‘ houri” face to face. At 11 o’clock that night he wandered up the long Mouski street, which at that hour looked weird and deserted. He took care to keep as_much as possible in the more shadowy portions of the thoroughfare, so as not to attract the atten- tion of the few Arabs who, wrapped in their spectral-look- ing *‘burnous,” were still to be met with here and there. After about an hour’s walk he stopped at the end of the long street and looked about him. Nobody was in sight, and he was just thinking of retracing his steps when a hand was laid on his arm and a vailed woman, without uttering a word, placeda small bunch of lotus flowers in his hand. She then beckoned to him to follow her, saying in a low, - musical voice: | ‘‘'Taala hena” (come this way). A few steps brought them to a high stone wall, in which a small kind of postern was pierced. Taking hold of his hand she led him under the archway, and, inserting a €o m ima) Gomicbooks