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If the traveller passed up the narrow, hilly street which leads from the Mosque to Great _Sok_ of Tangier, and turned abruptly to the right as though the _Kasbah_ were his objective, he would have found on his left a high white wall pierced only by a massive gate with bronze-green hinges.
Behind the wall was an untidy garden and a broken stone fountain, sufficiently repaired by an unskilful European workman to allow a feeble jet of water to jerk spasmodically in the air before it fell into a black basin, where, amidst the rubbish of years, swam languid gold-fish.