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Leaving Aslaug Simonssen at the Pension
Avallaire, I went down to Esbekieh to seek the
Darracq. And there, at one of the little tables of the
open-air cafe, sat Adrian, absorbed in a self-game of
dominoes. He looked up, unsurprised at my touch
upon his shoulder, and then swept aside the dominoes.
Hello, Saloney. Thought I recognized the
Darracq during my stroll. Beer ?”
We sat and consumed its bitter coolness through
long stalks of Syrian wheat. “Found the Lost
Trumpet yet ?”
efNot yet, I said. “Only the lost princess.”
“Eh ?”
“The Princess Bourrin returned to her house in
Abu Zabal yesterday morning.”
“Splendid ! She is well ?”
“So I think.”
He looked at me with his head characteristically
cocked to one side. He shrugged. “What a romantic
you are, Saloney ! If you don’t marry what the devil
are you to do ? You can’t remain a dragoman for
ever—not even the most handsome guide in Cairo,
as the dear tourist-ladies of the Continental call you!
For one thing, you’ll soon be too old.”
I shall set up a booth near the Pyramids and
dispose of antiques from Birmingham.”
“Quite. And tell every possible purchaser that
they were from Birmingham. . . . What’s wrong,
o course, Colonel, is that you’re an anachronism.
G
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Subchapter Hi
Leaving Aslaug Simonssen at the Pension
Avallaire, I went down to Esbekieh to seek the
Darracq. And there, at one of the little tables of the
open-air cafe, sat Adrian, absorbed in a self-game of
dominoes. He looked up, unsurprised at my touch
upon his shoulder, and then swept aside the dominoes.
Hello, Saloney. Thought I recognized the
Darracq during my stroll. Beer ?”
We sat and consumed its bitter coolness through
long stalks of Syrian wheat. “Found the Lost
Trumpet yet ?”
efNot yet, I said. “Only the lost princess.”
“Eh ?”
“The Princess Bourrin returned to her house in
Abu Zabal yesterday morning.”
“Splendid ! She is well ?”
“So I think.”
He looked at me with his head characteristically
cocked to one side. He shrugged. “What a romantic
you are, Saloney ! If you don’t marry what the devil
are you to do ? You can’t remain a dragoman for
ever—not even the most handsome guide in Cairo,
as the dear tourist-ladies of the Continental call you!
For one thing, you’ll soon be too old.”
I shall set up a booth near the Pyramids and
dispose of antiques from Birmingham.”
“Quite. And tell every possible purchaser that
they were from Birmingham. . . . What’s wrong,
o course, Colonel, is that you’re an anachronism.
G
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| The books of Lewis Grassic Gibbon > Lost trumpet > (97) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205190738 |
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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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