Richard Harding Davis

Richard Harding Davis

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Portrait of Richard Harding Davis Richard Harding Davis The Writing on the Wall (1894)

The girl tossed her head with a shrug of impatience. "Quelle pose!" she said. "Why are you not amusing, as you used to be? Are you always mysterious now; And when are you Russians going to embrace France; and how soon will your fleet be in the Bosporus; and do you still draw little maps of Constantinople on the backs of your visiting-cards? Oh, it is such an old, old story!"
"Just as you say," replied Panine, without showing any sense of injury. "It is an old story; it is like the shepherdboy who kept calling that the wolf was coming—is it not?"
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Portrait of Richard Harding Davis Richard Harding Davis The Writing on the Wall (1894)

The hot weather, or what passes for hot weather in Cairo, had arrived, and the last of Cook's dahabeahs was hurrying back down the Nile, and a few of the court had already gone to Alexandria, and in two weeks the Khedive would follow. It had been a delightful winter, and Helen Page had enjoyed it in what was to her a new way. She had reached that stage when everything in life has found its true value.
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Portrait of Richard Harding Davis Richard Harding Davis The Writing on the Wall (1894)

The boyish faces of the English subalterns had grown masklike and expressionless. They unconsciously drew together in little groups of red, and discovering this, instantly parted again. The diplomats were smiling and chattering volubly; the native Egyptians alone maintained their placidity of manner. Immen Pasha pushed his way hurriedly to the side of the English Minister's wife.
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