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THE LOST TRUMPET
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Simonssen. A porter followed her with two suit¬
cases. She herself walked unladen and untram¬
melled. She held out her hand.
“Colonel Saloney ?” She smiled correctly, politely.
“Miss Simonssen ?” I also bared my teeth.
“Yes.”
She put her hand on my arm. I piloted her through
the throngs, outside the station, into the clamorous
greetings of taxi-drivers and gharry-men innumer¬
able. A gigantic Negro backed away in front of us,
genuflecting, his rear pointing invitation to his
vehicle. Aslaug Simonssen halted and gazed at the
scene capably, collectedly, a little heavily. It was
unbelievable that she was only eighteen or nineteen
years old.
“Which shall we take ?” I asked. “An arabiyeh or
a taxi ?”
“Are these arabiyehs ?” She scrutinized them
without enthusiasm. “Oh, I think we’ll take a taxi.
Much quicker. To Shepheard’s ?”
“How long are you to be in Cairo ?” I asked.
But that she could not say, as I knew. “I think
it will be simpler if at first you put up at some pension,
then.”
“Very well. Colonel Saloney. Do you know of
one ?”
I took her to the Avallaire and engaged a room
for her. Then I said :
“Now we must go and talk. Shall we have a
discreet and comfortable English tea—or go into
the real Cairo and talk there ?”
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Simonssen. A porter followed her with two suit¬
cases. She herself walked unladen and untram¬
melled. She held out her hand.
“Colonel Saloney ?” She smiled correctly, politely.
“Miss Simonssen ?” I also bared my teeth.
“Yes.”
She put her hand on my arm. I piloted her through
the throngs, outside the station, into the clamorous
greetings of taxi-drivers and gharry-men innumer¬
able. A gigantic Negro backed away in front of us,
genuflecting, his rear pointing invitation to his
vehicle. Aslaug Simonssen halted and gazed at the
scene capably, collectedly, a little heavily. It was
unbelievable that she was only eighteen or nineteen
years old.
“Which shall we take ?” I asked. “An arabiyeh or
a taxi ?”
“Are these arabiyehs ?” She scrutinized them
without enthusiasm. “Oh, I think we’ll take a taxi.
Much quicker. To Shepheard’s ?”
“How long are you to be in Cairo ?” I asked.
But that she could not say, as I knew. “I think
it will be simpler if at first you put up at some pension,
then.”
“Very well. Colonel Saloney. Do you know of
one ?”
I took her to the Avallaire and engaged a room
for her. Then I said :
“Now we must go and talk. Shall we have a
discreet and comfortable English tea—or go into
the real Cairo and talk there ?”
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205190673 |
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Description | J. Leslie Mitchell. |
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Shelfmark | Vts.143.j.8 |
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Description | Sixteen books written by Lewis Grassic Gibbon (1901-1935), regarded as the most important Scottish prose writer of the early 20th century. All were published in the last seven years of his life, mostly under his real name, James Leslie Mitchell. They include two works of science fiction, non-fiction works on exploration, short stories set in Egypt, a novel about Spartacus, and the classic 'Scots Quair' trilogy which includes 'Sunset Song'. Mitchell's first book 'Hanno, or the future of exploration' (1928) is rare and has never been republished. |
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