John Bowring,
Once a Week
(1860)
“ And he himself led the way to an upper apartment. It was a large room surrounded by a cushioned divan, and female shawls and robes of silk were scattered over the carpets and rugs on the floor. There were many mirrors on the walls, and lamps hung from the ceiling, and the moment we entered the door, following closely the footsteps of the Aga, clamours and shrieks broke forth from voices more or less melodious or discordant:— “You Giaours! you infidels! you Christian dogs! what brings you here! Begone! begone!” ”
