You shall dip deep and you shall not find the
bottom. Bismillah, I would fight Kaid's Nubians, but not this infidel
pasha!"
Never had David appeared to such advantage. The victory over himself the
night before, the message of hope that had reached him at the monastery
in the desert, the coming of Lacey, had given him a certain quiet
masterfulness not reassuring to his foes.
As he entered the chamber but now, there flashed into his mind the scene
six years ago when, an absolute stranger, he had stepped into this
Eastern salon, and had heard his name called out to the great throng:
"Claridge efendi!"
He addressed no one, but he bowed to the group of foreign
consuls-general, looking them steadily in the eyes. He knew their devices
and what had been going on of late, he was aware that his fall would mean
a blow to British prestige, and the calmness of his gaze expressed a
fortitude which had a disconcerting effect upon the group. The British
Consul-General stood near by. David advanced to him, and, as he did so,
the few who surrounded the Consul-General fell back.
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