For Love of a Bedouin Maid

By le Voleur

"That will do; place the cigars upon the table and then you can go." The speaker was Lord Throgmorten, a man of about thirty-six years of age, rather stout, with reddish hair and whiskers and cold, steel-gray eyes. He had just returned from a yachting cruise, upon which he had started upon his succession to the title about eighteen months before. The scene was his lordship's chambers in the Albany, and the time the night of the 22nd of July, 1893. Besides the speaker and the well-trained servant, who, in obedience to the order just given, occupied himself in fetching the silver cigar box from its accustomed place upon the sideboard, lighting the wax taper which stood by its side and placing them in front of his master, there were present two other persons. The man on his host's right near the fireplace, wearing spectacles and with the careworn look upon his features, was Mr. Percival Phelps, who had been his lordship's guest upon their recent cruise. He was a genial, dapper little man with inordinate vanity, and a slight stammer, when excited; with no income to speak of, save his stipend as a permanent clerk in the -- Office, a position that, his host said, "suited him down to the ground."

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1503280950
• ISBN13: 9781503280953
• Release Date: April 1897
• Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
• Length: 292 Pages
• Weight: 0.87 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.6" x 6.0" x 9.0"