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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Mating of the Blades — Chapter 17 (1920)

Hector was utterly astonished to recognize his brother.
Tollemache!” he cried. “Why—Tollemache ...”
Then, quickly, he suppressed the words that were rising to his lips. He was here as the regent of Tamerlanistan and the other as a rebel—a slightly amused, slightly amazed, and altogether coolly collected rebel, in contrast to Mr. Preserved Higgins who believed, to quote his own words, in “bullyin' the other feller before the other feller gets a chance to bully you.”
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Mating of the Blades — Chapter 17 (1920)

For, from behind an immense, gnarled deodar tree, drifted voices, the princess' and Tollemache's, speaking in soft, gliding Persian which Hector translated to Jane in an undertone.
“Aziza Nurmahal!” said Tollemache, “I need thee, I need thee so! The thought of thee going out of my life—God!—I cannot stand it. I could not face existence without thee!”
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Mating of the Blades — Chapter 17 (1920)

It did, rather sooner than Hector expected; and it began, not many weeks afterwards, with the governor of the western marches entering the audience hall arm in arm with Musa Al-Mutasim, and proclaiming, with a great deal of self-righteousness, that—by the red pig's bristles!—he had now proved once and for all his loyalty which, so it appeared, glistened in his soul as “the early rays of the young sun glisten in the tree tops of a staunch forest, O Aziza Nurmahal!”
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