"Not a bad fellow," he replied, "if he wasn't such a blank, blank awful liar!" On the road to Wazan I became very friendly with D., and one day questioned him as to his private regard for Mr.B.
of the hotel.

"A fine fellow B.seems," I said, "very friendly and entertaining.

What do you think of him ?" "What do I think of him ?" he shouted in his falsetto.

"I _know_ he's the biggest blank liar in Morocco." It was pleasant to meet, even in Morocco, such a rare case of mutual esteem.
My pony fared badly in Tengyueh.

There was a poor stable in the courtyard with a tiled roof that would fall at the first shower.