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box and offered it to Mitsos as a child offers sweets to another child.
"Do you like it?" she asked again, "Abdul gave me the stuff last night. I was afraid when he gave it to me, but he did not stop. As I told you, I am not of the harem."
Mitsos flushed. Suloima spoke with the naïveté of a child, and yet somehow it made him ashamed to think that even he was sitting alone with her, aud furious at the thought that that fat Turk, whom he had seen at Nauplia only a few days before, should dare to give her sweets.
"How silent you are, Mitsos!" she went on. "Tell me what you have been doing all this time. For me, I have done nothing—nothing—nothing. I have never been so dull."
Mitsos looked up suddenly.
"Are you less dull now?" he said. "Do you care to come out like this with me?"
"Surely, or else I shonld not come. I think I have even missed you, whieh is odd, for I never missed any one before. I care for none of those in the house, and some I hate."
Mitsos took her hand in his.
"Promise you will never hate me," he said.
Suleima laughed.
"That is a big thing to promise," she said, "for 'never' is the greatest of all words, greater even than 'always'; but I don't feel as if I should ever hate you. I liked you since the first, even before I had ever seen you, when you sang that song out of the darkness. It was very rash and foolish of you, for Abdul would make nothing of having a sailor-boy shot. Supposing I had been—well, some one else—I should have told Abdul,
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