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Talbot Mundy The Lion of Petra — Chapter 1 (1922)

It was equally news to me that the enormous Sikh, Narayan Singh, had any use for me; I had always supposed that he accepted me on sufferance for Grim’s sake, and that in his heart he scorned me as a tenderfoot. You can no more dig beneath the subtlety of Sikh politeness than you can overbear his truculence, and it is only by results that you may know your friend and recognize your enemy.
Narayan Singh came in, and did not permit any such weakness as a smile to escape him. When great doings are being staged it is his peculiar delight to look wooden.
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Talbot Mundy The Lion of Petra — Chapter 1 (1922)

FIVE minutes later Grim and I were on the back seat of a Ford car bowling along: the Hebron road under the glorious gray walls of Jerusalem; Narayan Singh and the two brats were enjoying our dust in another car behind us. There being no luggage, there was nothing to excite passing curiosity, and we were not even envied by the officers condemned to dull routine work in the city.
Grim was all smiles now, as he always is when he can leave the alleged delights of civilization and meet life where he likes it—out of bounds.
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Talbot Mundy The Lion of Petra — Chapter 1 (1922)

Ali Baba and his sons have a feud on their hands.
“Now a feud, Jimgrim, has its price! It would do my old heart good to see the blood of Ali Higg and his heretics, for it is written that we should smite the heretic and spare not. But we should also despoil him of his goods, or the Prophet will not be pleased with us!”
“That is the talk of a rooster on a dung-hill,” Grim answered. “A rooster crows a mile away. Another answers with a challenge, but the camels draw the plow in ten fields between them. That is like a blood-feud between you and Ali Higg.
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