Sax Rohmer,
Tales of Secret Egypt — Pomegranate Flower
(1919)
“ The accursed Ahzab, like an enraged mule, kicked the box wherein I dissolved in flames of wrath."I am burnt up with love and longing for thee!" he replied. "O my love! how beautiful thou art!"Whereat my command of silence forsook me! As Allah is the one god, and Mohammed his only Prophet, I became as one possessed of a devil!"Robber!" I cried; and my words lost themselves within the box. "Cheat! accursed disgrace of my father! infamy of my race! O dog! O unutterable dirt!"Jullanar cried out in fear, but my accursed brother took her in his bosom, soothing her with soft words. ”
