Ayesha, the Maid of Kars Volume 3
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1834 edition. ... chapter viii Gent. Faith! once or twice, she heaved the name of father Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart. King Lear. The Capitan Pasha, upon leaving the house, gave Zabetta assurances of his future protection; recommended her to take the greatest care of her daughter; told her that she should want for nothing; and, as an earnest of this, made her, upon stepping from the door, a handsome present in money. Ordering Cara Bey to follow him, and the night being far advanced, he returned incognito to his own palace. Zabetta could scarcely sleep, from delightful anticipations of the grandeur and worldly prosperity in store for her; whilst Ayesha, from apprehensions of that same fate, was equally unable to close her eyes. The former had no other visions before her than of rich dresses, gilded palaces, fine equipages, splendid boats, and never-ceasing pleasure; the latter could not divest herself of the horror of being subject to the power of some rude and barbarous master, in common with1 other unfortunate women; whilst her own lover, her fond and devoted Osmond, might be wasting away his existence in a prison, forgotten and despised. The succeeding day had not long appeared, when their attention was awakened by a knocking at the door. Zabetta looked out of the upper window, and, seeing several men in waiting, and among them a Frank, ordered the servant not to admit them before she had ascertained who they were. "Kim der?--Who is it?" said the old woman, as she stood with her hand on the latch, and with her ear towards the door. "Atch--open!" said a Turk. "Who are you?" repeated the old woman. "Atch--open!" again said the voice. By this time, Zabetta, having thrown her veil over her head, had come to the assistance of the servant, and...