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, and turning her 鏉窞鏈€澶ф礂娴翠紤闂蹭細鎵€small distorted face this way and that. He cried angrily: 鈥淲hat is your name?鈥?And she 鏉窞瓒崇枟涓€鏉¤鍦ㄥ摢閲?blurted out 鈥淪emira 鈥?the virtuous Semira.鈥?He was so unnerved that he roared with laughter. 鈥楴ow this is an oddity. Semira is the daughter of a very old deaf father. The family was once rich and famous, under the Khedives, and is of Ottoman extraction. But it was plagued by misfortunes and the progressive insanity of the sons, and has so far today decayed as to be virtually forgotten. It is also poverty-stricken. The old half-mad father locked Semira away in this rambling house, keeping her veiled for the most part. Vaguely, in society, one had heard tales of her 鈥?of a daughter who had taken the veil and spent her life in prayer, who had never been outside the gates of the house, who was a mystic; or who was deaf, dumb and 鏉窞瑗挎箹鍖虹敺澹吇鐢焥pa bedridden. Vague tales, distorted as tales always are in Alexandria. But while the faint echo remained of the so-called 鏉窞娌瑰帇鎸夋懇搴?virtuous Semira 鈥?she was really completely unknown to us and her family forgotten. Now it seemed that at carnival-time her curiosity about the outer world overcame her and she gate-crashed

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parties in a domino! 鈥楤ut I am forgetting Amaril. Their footsteps had brought down an old manservant with a candle. Amaril demanded to see the master of the house.鏉窞鏈夊悕姘旂殑瓒崇枟搴? He had already come to a decision. The old father lay asleep in an old-fashioned four-poster bed, in a room covered in bat-droppings, at the top of the house. Semira was by now practically insensible. But Amaril had come to a great decision. Taking the candle in one hand and the small Semira in the crook of his arm, he walked the whole way up to the top and kicked open the door of the father鈥檚 room. It must have been a strange and unfamiliar scene for the old man to witness as he sat up in bed 鈥?and Amaril describes it with all the touching flamboyance of the romantic, even moving himself in the recital so that he is in tears as he recalls it. He is touched

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by the 鏉窞娌瑰帇鎸夋懇浼氭墍 magnificence of his own fancy, I think; I must say, loving him as much as I do, I felt tears coming into my own eyes as he told me how he put down the candle beside the bed, and kneeling down with Semira, said 鈥淚 鏉窞妗戞嬁娲楁荡浼氭墍 wish to marry your daughter and take her back into the world.鈥?The terror and incomprehension of the old man at this unexpected visit took some time to wear off, and for a while it was hard 鏉窞spa淇℃伅 to make him understand. Then he began to tremble and wonder at this handsome apparition kneeling beside his bed holding up his noseless daughter with his arm and proposing the impossible with so much pride and passion. 鈥?鈥淏ut鈥?the old man protested 鈥渘o-one will take her, for she has no nose.鈥?He got out of bed in a stained nightshirt and walked right round Amaril, who remained kneeling, studying him as one might an entomological specimen. (I am quoting.) Then he touched him with his bare foot 鈥?as if to see whether he was made of flesh and blood 鈥?and repeated: 鈥淲ho are you to take a woman without a nose?鈥?Amaril replied: 鈥淚 am a doctor from Europe and I will give her a new