John Buchan,
Greenmantle — Chapter 13
(1916)
“ A man's temper has a lot to do with his appreciation of scenery. I felt a free man once more, and could use my eyes.That street was a jumble of every nationality on earth. There were Turkish regulars in their queer conical khaki helmets, and wild-looking levies who had no kin with Europe. There were squads of Germans in flat forage-caps, staring vacantly at novel sights, and quick to salute any officer on the side-walk. Turks in closed carriages passed, and Turks on good Arab horses, and Turks who looked as if they had come out of the Ark. ”
