THE PIRATE CTTY.
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"You are sure she cannot have misunderstood?" asked Hamet.
"Quite sure. Dressed as a boy, she lay close to their feet at the time in an angle of the wall near the Djama Djedid, and overheard every word distinctly."
"Good," said the Aga of cavalry, venting a sigh of relief, which propelled a miniature gunshot halfway across the room; "that enables me to decide the course which I shall pursue, and gives us a little breathing-time before entering on the final act of the play."
