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"I think she is forty," she remarked; and then somehow Jo was not quite
pleased.
The midday heat being overwhelming we took a cab and drove back along
two kilometres of dusty road. A veiled woman stopped the coachman,
asking him to give her tired little girl a lift. Jehu refused, through
awe of us; but we insisted on taking her, and begged the woman to come
in too. Jo held out her hands, but the woman shrank back horrified,
though obviously worn out with the heat.
"That is a pity," laughed Suma. "I hoped she would do it. It would have
been a new experience for me."
Jo confided to him her burning desire to enter a harem, but as he had no
Mahommedan friends he thought the possibility remote.
Two more bourgeois women passed. Jan photographed them, but not before
they hid their faces with umbrellas. Even the Christian men are
intensely jealous, and their women have some Turkish ideals. We spent
the afternoon sketching outside a barber's shop, coffee being brought to
us on a hanging tray with a little fire on it to keep the coffee warm.


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