He held brazenly in one hand a leather wallet that bulged with paper money--doubtless the "documents" that he had sent for.

He nodded to me as he passed with more familiarity than he had any right to, since he had so ostentatiously dismissed me to the dogs.

I suppose he felt so sure of "convincing" Suliman ben Saoud, and was so bent on offsetting the reaction caused by Anazeh's behavior that he had been reviving that project about the school and therefore chose to appear on intimate terms with me.

I met him more than half-way; any one who cared to might believe I loved him like a brother.
He stood in front of Suliman ben Saoud, rocking just a trifle from the effects of alcohol and smoke, and there was about five minutes' conversation of which, although I missed a lot of it, I caught the general drift.

The men who had come under the Ichwan's influence kept joining in and raising objections.