"So I am afraid I will have to take her back without her consent." "If you do, Hamdi Effendi," said Pasquale in a light tone of conversation, but with the ugliest snarl of the lips that I have ever beheld, "I shall most certainly kill you." Hamdi turned to him with a polite bow.
"Ah, it is Monsieur Pasquale.

I thought I recognised you." "You have every reason to do so," said Pasquale.
"I saved you from prison." "You accepted a bribe." "For heaven's sake," cried Judith, "go on speaking in low voices, or we shall have a scene here." One or two idlers hung near with an air of curiosity and the huge beuniformed commissionaire watched us with an uncertain eye.

I kept a tight hold of Carlotta and drew her more behind the screen of a palm near which we happened to stand.
"Madame is right," said Hamdi.

"We can discuss this little affair like gentlemen." "Then, in the most gentlemanly way in the world," said Pasquale, "I swear to you that if you touch this young lady, I will kill you." "It appears, to be Monsieur," said the obese Turk with a graceful wave of the hand in my direction, "and not you, who has robbed my home of its treasure, unless," he added, and I shall always remember the hideous leer of that pulpy-nosed and small-pox pitted face, "unless Monsieur has relieved you of your responsibilities." For a moment I was speechless.

Pasquale put himself in front of me.
"Steady on, Ordeyne." "Sir," said I, "I found this young lady destitute in the streets of London.