A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. There was a shrill cry, instantly succeeded by a deep splash. She had not been sufficiently prompted in relation to the ways of caravansaries; but her mind had been alert and receptive. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet.
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