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Sadi was waiting for him in the smoking-room, and so absorbed was the Moor in his thoughts that he did not hear Hamon until his name was called.
"Eh?" he said, looking up. "Allah, you frightened me. Yes, yes, she is a pretty woman--not the Moorish kind, and too thin for my liking. But you Aryans prefer them that way; I have never understood why."