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That night after dinner and a cigarette, he strode into the streets / to distract his mind with the sight of the oriental city and to fill / his ears with the eager cries of the crowd. The lamps flickered. / The sky overhead was as blue nearly as in daytime. He walked / leisurely toward the native quarter, jostled, as he passed, by men in / their brilliant costumes and by a veiled woman or two.
He stopped indifferently before a little café, his eyes on a Turkish / bazaar where velvets and scarfs were being sold at double their worth / under the light of a flaming yellow lamp. As he stood so, his back / to the café where a number of the ship's crew were drinking, he heard / a short sharp sound that had a sweet familiarity about it and whose / individuality made him start with surprise. He could not believe his / ears. He heard the bark again and then he was sprung upon by a / little body that ran out from between the legs of a sailor who sat / drinking his coffee and liquor.