Chapter 47 No.47

For the second time Stephen entered by the great gates of the Zaou?a. The lounging Negro, who had let him in before, stared at the grey mehari with the red-curtained bassour, whose imposing height dwarfed the Roumi's horse. No doubt the man wondered why it was there, since only women or invalids travelled in a bassour;-and his eyes dwelt with inter