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Affair in Araby

Affair in Araby

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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1821    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

to give this Fe

that his game endures. And what he clearly recognized was this: That no king matters much as long as your side is playing a winning game. You can le

at you call your king. Call him Pope if you want to, or President, or Chairman. He grows in importance in prop

y up and start a new political era imprison kings and cut their heads off. With no head on his shoulde

an some of us do with our fists and sinews. I'm told, too, quite frequently that as an American I ought to be ashamed of fighting for a king. Dear old ladies of both sexes have assured me that it

f course, some fellows want too much, and it's bad manners as well as waste of time to inflict your opinion on them. But given a reasona

but he makes less noise than a panther on a dark night; and I never knew a man less given to persuading you. He has one purpose, but almost never talks about it. It's a s

es Grim's ears sooner or later. He earns his bread and butter knitting all that mess of cross-grained inform

army corps, by playing chief against chief in a land whe

nd admit that he was working to establish Feisul, third son of the King of Mecca, as king of just as many

played their hands so cleverly that the Avenger was made, unwitting guardian of Jeremy's secret gold-mine, and Feisul's open and sworn su

spilled the beans, the whole beans, and nothing but the beans. Having admitted us two to his secret, he dilated on it all the way back to Jerusalem, telling us all he knew of Feisul (which would fill a book), and

is enthusiasm usually is, I couldn't help b

arely meet his equal for audacity, irreverence and riotous good-fellowship. He isn't the only Australian by a long shot who upholds Australia by fi

thing except the thought of Sydney Bluffs and the homest

-ha! Show you women too-red-lipped girls in sunbonnets, that'll look good after the splay-footed crows you see out here. Tell you what: We'll pick up the Orient b

s, spending it easy- handing their money to Bessie behind the bar and restless because she makes it last too long; wat

out me still being a trooper, then the Army owes me three years' back pay, and I'll have it or go to Buckingham Palace and tear off a piece of the Kin

you hold me to it when the

I could trade the chosen people off the map between us

use your mine,

let's see Aus

n and I will have done what's possible for Feisul. He's in Damascus now, but the French have got him backed into a corner. No money

ve the French go

ey mean to have Damascus; and if they can catch Feisu

rabs that Feisul should be King of Syri

a for themselves. The British are pro-Feisul, but the French don't want him anywhere except dead or in jail. They know they've given him and the Arabs a raw deal; and t

d Jeremy. "There ar

He's the only man wh

here are thousands of fellers there who fought alongside him and don't care a damn

ashamed of the way he's been treated. They'll give him Mesopotamia. Baghdad's the old Ar

my gold mine come

tion would be, though, that he'd have to make terms in advance with hog-financiers, who'd work through the Foreign Office to tie up

him the gold mine. Let him erect a

nance could find a hundred ways of disputing his title to the mine, but once he's king with the Arabs

my. "All that worries

e we can make a wake f

ght, you fellers, I'll

boy a

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