Chapter 13 XIIIToC

RASH?D'S REVENGE

We were staying with an English friend of mine-a parson, though the least parsonical of men-who had a pleasant little house in a Druze village of Mount Lebanon, and nothing to do but watch, and do his utmost to restrain, the antics of a very wealthy and eccentric lady missionary. He had gone away for a few weeks, leaving us in p