The Hawk of Egypt

How it begins

Damaris should not have been strolling by herself in the native quarter. If you are drab or flat of chest or soul or face, you can saunter your fill in any bazaar without adventure befalling you; if, however, nature should have endowed you with the colouring of a desert sunset, if, in short, you can add a splash of colour to anything so colourful as a native bazaar, then 'twere wise to do your sauntering under the wing of a vigilant chaperon, so that the curiosity and interest resultant on your splash may reach you obliquely and "as through a glass, darkly." But there was no one to worry the girl at this hour before sunset, so that little by little and quite unconsciously she moved forward u…