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id: 19108
title: The Golden Silence
author: Williamson, A. M. (Alice Muriel)
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  his brother''s title writing begging letters to a young man like Stephen Stephen felt dimly sorry for the little thing, who looked so radiantly Stephen obeyed, and as she drove away the girl looked back, smiling at "One thing I do know, is that you are wonderful," said Stephen, his the Arab did not appear to turn; yet Stephen knew that he was thinking had left the ship, and would see no more of Victoria Ray. The chauffeur who drove Nevill''s car was an Algerian who looked as if he curiosity-shop, and ask about Ben Halim, the husband of Saidee Ray. Victoria was coming to luncheon, for she had accepted Lady MacGregor''s Maïeddine''s eyes lighted when he saw the girl in Arab dress. "I did not know that Arab men set women so high," said Victoria, "There''s Toudja," Stephen said, as the girl looked out again from the


id: 30581
title: Notes in North Africa Being a Guide to the Sportsman and Tourist in Algeria and Tunisia
author: Windham, W. G.
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  ON TO TUNIS:--Algeria in General--The Arabs and their the French occupation, the Algerian ladies, like the females in all Arab having killed a Frenchman there the day before. In the course of the day the Arabs brought in a boar which they had chatted away gaily in Arabic and French throughout the whole passage. Angelo''s Horsemanship.--The Bey''s Palace at Marsa.--The Arabs and sang_ horses, as the Arabs are afraid of the Bey''s taking a fancy to This Goulette appears to be the chief place for the Arab At one time the man and the lion were great friends, and the Arabs about some ruin, when another came up and said, "Why do you with his horse; and some Arabs, coming up, at the cries of the officer There are two ways of hunting the lion, by day and by night. Caid''s house at Solyman (about twenty miles from Tunis), an old Arab


id: 21751
title: The Middy and the Moors: An Algerine Story
author: Ballantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
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  "Massa," said the negro, without looking at Foster or changing a muscle A Moor, he observed, had taken his friend Peter the Great''s place at the "Look there, Peter," said Foster, pointing to the recumbent figure, The poor middy glanced round to see if his only friend, Peter the Great, "I know it won''t, Peter," replied the almost heart-broken middy, with a "Spade-work!" shouted Peter, laying his huge black hand on Foster''s "Geo''ge," said Peter solemnly, "you tell me you hab took ''vantage ob "Now you come yar wid me into dis room," said Dinah, taking Hester''s Then she looked suddenly at Peter the Great, and said-Hester Sommers in the little boudoir, Ben-Ahmed sent for George Foster "Geo''ge, come wid me," said Peter the Great one afternoon, with face so "That is true," said Ben-Ahmed, with the look of a man into whose mind a said that a man wanted to see Peter the Great.


id: 3296
title: The Confessions of St. Augustine
author: Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo
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  God and Lord of all which Thou hast created: in Thee abide, fixed his own death for want of love to Thee, O God. Thou light of my heart, But now, my God, cry Thou aloud in my soul; and let Thy truth tell me, let me faint in confessing unto Thee all Thy mercies, whereby Thou and my confidence, my God, thanks be to Thee for Thy gifts; but do Thou and thank Thee, and confess unto Thy name; because Thou hast forgiven me thy love upon their Maker; lest in these things which please thee, thou But they knew not the way, Thy Word, by Whom Thou madest these things Thou hast stricken my heart with Thy word, and I loved Thee. confess unto Thee, my Lord God. For Thou art good, for Thy mercy seek Thee,--Thy Word, through Whom Thou madest all things, and among


id: 4271
title: A Modern Telemachus
author: Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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  Madame de Bourke bade the maids carry off the little Jacques, and Ulysse French subject like her husband and his brother; but Arthur was The last time Arthur saw Madame de Bourke''s face, by the light It was daylight when Arthur was awakened by poor little Ulysse sitting up ''A very old fishwife,'' said Arthur, ''who used to come her rounds to our ''You have been very good to me, Yusuf,'' said Arthur, his pride much ''Not now, not to-night, my dear little mannie,'' said Arthur, tears in his ''Well, Yusuf, my name is Hope, you know,'' said Arthur. Ulysse disported himself like a little fish, Arthur did his best to little master,'' he added, looking at Ulysse, who was standing by Arthur. ''We are come to save her,'' said Arthur in French. When Estelle reappeared, dressed once more like a little French lady (at


id: 9069
title: Saint Augustin
author: Bertrand, Louis
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  "I loved to play," Augustin says, in telling us of those far-off years. A wife would be a drag for a young man like Augustin, who In fact, the life which Augustin was at that time relishing was the pagan to an old tradition, Augustin was a little man and not strong: till the end his heart, Augustin, like a good Carthaginian--and because he was a Augustin was not, like his friend Alypius, a practical mind, but he had Augustin, "like a father, and as a bishop he was pleased enough at my "I love only God and the soul," Augustin states Augustin, "at the beauty of Thy works, O my God!..." Rome was back there like a Christian, and turning to Augustin: Africans on the alert in those times, Augustin worked at his _City of God_, Like ourselves, Augustin, brought up by a Christian mother, knew it only


id: 40479
title: In the Foreign Legion
author: Rosen, Erwin
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  French lieutenant : The enlistment office of the Foreign Legion Foreign Legion : Sidi-bel-Abbès : The sergeant is not pleased : "Yes, I am German, and intend to enlist in the Foreign Legion," I said, Half an hour later three new recruits of the Foreign Legion, the the Foreign Legion : What the commander of the Old Guard said at the Foreign Legion : What the commander of the Old Guard said at question concerning men or things of the Legion that the man from In the afternoon the old légionnaires went off on long marches or to The Foreign Legion, as an old troop of mercenaries, works like a In the garrison life of Sidi-bel-Abbès the work of the Legion took The Legion was there to work, and from the légionnaire one could ask citizens of Sidi-bel-Abbès and the légionnaires : How the Legion légionnaire--this citizen of the Foreign Legion''s town.


id: 36348
title: Our Artist in Cuba, Peru, Spain and Algiers Leaves from The Sketch-Book of a Traveller, 1864-1868
author: Carleton, George Washington
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  [Illustration: The first volante driver that our artist saw in Havana.] [Illustration: Our Artist just steps around the corner, to look at a [Illustration: A midsummer''s night dream.--Our Artist is just the least [Illustration: The Great Cave near Matanzas.--Picturesque House over the [Illustration: First night at the "Gran Hotel Leon de Oro."--Our artist [Illustration: Alarm of Our Artist and Wife, upon going to their room to [Illustration: Sea-sickness being a weakness of Our Artist, he [Illustration: Our Artist before going to Lima, during little poetical [Illustration: Our Artist doesn''t want to say anything against the [Illustration: Our Artist, upon his arrival in "Sunny Spain," is [Illustration: Our Artist sees from the car-window, at a Rail-Road [Illustration: Our Artist discovers, one day, in the Calle Tunidores, [Illustration: Alarm of Our Artist, as he, for the first time, [Illustration: Merely a sketch (for the last page of this little book)


id: 45380
title: Artists and Arabs; Or, Sketching in Sunshine
author: Blackburn, Henry
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  to one of those frail-looking little boats with white awnings, that form houses set in bright green hills, or as the French express it, ''like bright blue sky, Algiers seems to us to be _the_ place to come to. appearances, are little likely to do anything great. There are little shops and dark niches where the Moors sit cross-legged, us in the illustrated history of the Cid. In the midst of the Moorish quarter, up a little narrow street (reached little white house, overlooking a beautiful city, on the North African costume and variety of race, French artists seem to make little use of the neighbourhood of Algiers, sketching in winter time in the open air. little Arab cemetery, about six miles from Algiers; on the heights Blidah, half Arab, half French, with its little population of European master the subject, and with a sketch of the little Moorish café with


id: 46705
title: In the Land of Mosques & Minarets
author: Mansfield, M. F. (Milburg Francisco)
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  mosque-like tombs distributed throughout the Arab peopled lands, which The Arab of the town apparently spends a good part of his time in a With all his faults and virtues the Arab of to-day is not a great government by the Arab population, asking that the great trading-route The Arab''s French is much like our own--queer at times, but it is real head of the Arabs in Algeria, and the Tunisian French saved the day for France in Algeria, and perhaps by the time these lines The Algiers of to-day is a great and populous city. _patois_ something like the following,--it''s a queer thing, Arab-French, The Arab of Algeria to-day still looks forward to the time when he may The great gates of the inner Arab city of Tunis are most fascinating, great size of the many apartments of this Moorish-Arab house; but like


id: 59084
title: A Modern Legionary
author: Le Poer, John Patrick
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  good soldiers--men who respected themselves and the flag." "Very good; we have half-an-hour, let us walk about until it is time to in different places, all anxious to let us know in good time of the next day, so that we, his good comrades, the men who liked and loved this time by the men of our own company--soldiers of the first class, captain, who was passing at the time, laughed as if I had said a good day we came in at the hour of evening soup to a little camp where some heat of the day, and one of the men of my squad and I went to a little were--were yet good, honest, fighting men, and not bad comrades if one other sub-officers and other soldiers said good-bye to a fairly strong "But how do you know," asked a commandant one day, "that the dead men


