Talbot Mundy, The Lion of Petra — Chapter 6 (1922)
“ But the woman yonder, boasting with proper pride that she is your honor’s wife, bade us approach and pay respect.” On my left I heard Narayan Singh muttering obscenities through set teeth. On the right old Ali Baba wore a twinkle in a wicked eye; the rest of his face was as emotionless as the face of the desert; but when an old man is amused not even the crow’s-feet can do less than advertise the fact. “A woman’s tongue is like a camel-bell,” said Grim. “It clatters unceasingly, and none can silence without choking it. But art thou a woman?” ”
