A FRISKY MATRON
CHAPTER 1.
PARIS.
' Khub shahr !' (splendid city), said Yussuff Khan, as
he gazed from the window of a railway carriage of
the Rapide on beautiful Paris, into which the
Marseilles train rapidly hurried him. A few more
minutes and the engine pulled up with a scrunch.
Yussuff alighted with an easy elegance, combined
with a soupgon of Oriental indolence, such as char¬
acterizes the movements of a trained athlete. He
looked round with the air of one accustomed to
being served. An unmistakable Khitmeghar
promptly made his way from a second class
carriage, accompanied by two brawny sons of Anak,
darker in complexion than is usual among Hindoos.
A large pile of luggage was soon collected and
deposited in the cloak-room. Yussuff called his
servant on one side, and desired him to have a good
breakfast with his two fellow-servants in the buffet,
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