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SIXTEEN YEARS OF AN ARTIST'S LIFE IN
the toilet can do nothing more to add to the effect of her personal charms. She is now ready to take her departure for the house where the important entertainment is to be given. She beckons to me to follow her, and with nothing left visible but one eye, which might be anybody's, for she has enveloped herself, for her passage through the streets, in the ample folds of the large Moorish Haikh, she proceeds to thread her way through some narrow and very dirty lanes.
