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Talbot Mundy The Lion of Petra — Chapter 2 (1922)

I had heard all the usual stories about the desert women being hags, but every one of them was pure fiction to me from that minute. If all the rest were really what men said of them, this one was sufficiently amazing to redeem the lot. De Crespigny addressed her as princess, and she may have really ranked as one for all I know.
She sat on a chair, rather awkwardly as if not used to it, and we stared at her like a row of owls, she studying us in return, quite unabashed. The Badawi don’t wear veils, and are not in the least ashamed to air their curiosity. She stared uncommonly hard at Grim.
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Talbot Mundy The Lion of Petra — Chapter 2 (1922)

De Crespigny went to the door and Grim and I squatted cross-legged in the window-seat. I tried to feel like a middle-aged native of the East under the rule of that twenty-six-year-old governor, but it couldn’t be done. I don’t know yet what the sensations are of, say, a bachelor of arts of Lahore university who has to take orders from a British subaltern. I expect you have to leave off pretending and really be an Indian to find that out; otherwise your liking for the fellow himself offsets reason. No white man could have helped liking young de Crespigny.
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Talbot Mundy The Lion of Petra — Chapter 2 (1922)

By the time I got down Grim had already changed into Bedouin dress—stepped simply out of one world into-another. All he does is to stain his eyebrows dark, put on the clothes, and cease to resemble anything on earth except a desert-born Arab. I don’t know how long he was learning to make the transformation, but-no man could learn the trick in twenty years unless he loved the desert and the sinewy men who live in it.
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