Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 146: what you’re looking at

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MISS CAMERON, THE MAGNET. 137 alighted, and fought for him as though he were a rare prize, which he doubtless was, It was pandemonium itself, and lam afraid that before Arthur and Dick had gotten the ladies safely into a carriage, they uttered many a word not altogether flattering either to Turkey or her govern- ment. But as no one, excepting the clerical looking ‘‘Cook’s Interpreter,’’ standing near .by, could understand the lit- eral vehemence of their remarks, no harm was done. After a long drive through the narrow ill-smelling | streets, with their numberless gaunt, hungry dogs, they arrived at the hotel. As Dick had warned them before they reached it, there was nothing attractive about it, with the exception of the view. It faced on the Bosphorus and was on such an elevation that the whole city lay stretched out beneath them. The next morning it rained, but it ceased sufficiently after luncheon for them to visit the mosques, the noted shop of ‘‘Far-Away-Moses”’ and the bazaars. At the end of about two days Arthur could see that Ger- trude was not particularly enthusiastic over Constanti- nople. Neither was Miss Cameron, for that matter, though the latter, as usual, expressed no opinion on the subject. Gertrude, more outspoken, said plainly, at last, that it was far from what her imagination had painted it. “T acknowledge it,’? she remarked, sorrowfully, on the fourth day, as they were breakfasting, ‘’I am disappointed —woefully, lamentably, disappointed. I had expected to find everything so different. Mr. Dick, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for permitting us to come atall, you’ve been here before and must have known——’’ “Just how dingy it was?’’ interrupted Dick, smiling as he broke an egg. ‘‘It’s true, it isn’t Paris, but it is quaint. , CO RNIElOOO KS. EO)