cursed the barbarians, whose callous hearts had divided them.
At night, he was shown into a small room about eight feet square, with a couch to sleep on, the only furniture it contained. Some cakes made of rice, a few grapes and sherbet had been put ready for him, of which he partook very sparingly, and retired to rest upon a mattress, covering himself with a quilt, as is the custom of the Turks in all places.
For several hours, Ferdinand lay a prey to the utmost inquietude, and the most distressing recollections. Why Ismael had deceived them, what purpose it was to answer, or wherefore he had cruelly separated him from the Count, were the questions that agitated his mind, and precluded sleep.
Wearied out at length with uncertain conjectures, and his spirits fatigued for want of rest, towards morning, he dropped into an unrefreshing slumber, from which he was awakened by a Turk, who stood beside him with a basin of coffee. He started up, and receiving the basin with an inclination of his
