I have met you at
last."
We felt we were really consorting with the great.
Jo related her harem experiences, and he told of the attempts of the
young Turks in Constantinople to abolish the veil, of how he had
assisted at small dinner parties where the ladies had discarded their
veils, and of the ferocity with which the priests and leaders had fought
and quashed the movement.
One lady had ventured unveiled into the bazaar, and one of the lowest of
women had given her a blow on the face. On appealing to a policeman she
had received small comfort, as he told her she ought to be ashamed of
herself.
As we went home we met women coming home from the fair with unsold
carpets. They accosted us and wanted to know why we were writing them in
the morning so that they could tell their relatives all about it.
When we reached our bedroom the old innkeeper came in. In dulcet tones
she admired our purchases. We were rather stiff.
Suddenly she fell upon Jo's neck saying, "You mustn't be angry with me,"
and remained there explaining.
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