Come, O thou poor, ill-used one.

We will take the whip from him.' At that Rashid's grief ceased as if by magic.

He took the sergeant's hand and fondled it, as they went off together.

I followed with the crowd as far as to the cabman's door, a filthy entry in a narrow lane, where, wishing to avoid discovery, I broke away and walked back quickly to the khan.
I had been there in my private alcove some few minutes, when Rashid arrived with a triumphant air, holding on high the famous whip.

The sergeant came across the court with him.