 and on that account I am of nobler blood than the
sultan, for the sultan is not of the blood of the Moors of Garnata.  Do
you laugh, Joanna?  Does your maid Johár laugh?  Am I not Hammin Widdir,
_el hombre mas valido de Tanger_? {376a}  And is it not true that I am of
the blood of the Moors of Garnata?  Deny it, and I will kill you both,
you and your maid Johár.”

“You have been eating _hsheesh_ and _majoon_, Hammin,” said Joanna
Correa, “and the _Shaitán_ has entered into you, as he but too frequently
does.  I have been busy, and so has Johár, or we should have spoken to
you before; however, _ma ydoorshee_, {376b} I know how to pacify you now
and at all times; will you take some gin-bitters, or a glass of common
_makhiah_?”

“May you burst, O Joanna,” said the Mulatto, “and may Johár also burst; I
mean, may you both live many years, and know neither pain nor sorrow.  I
will take the gin-bitters, O Joanna, because they are stronger than the
_makhiah_, which always appears to me like water; and I like not water,
though I carry it.  Many thanks to you, Joanna; here is health to you,
Joanna, and to this good company.”

She had handed him a large tumbler filled to the brim; he put it to his
nostrils, snuffed in the flavour, and then, applying it to his mouth,
removed it not whilst one drop of the fluid remained.  His features
gradually relaxed from their former angry expression, and looking
particularly amiable at Joanna, he at last said—

“I hope that within a little time, O Joanna, you will be persuaded that I
am the strongest man in Tangier, and that I am sprung from the blood of
the Moors of Garnata, as then you will no longer refuse to take me for a
husband, you and your maid Johár, and to become Moors.  What a glory
and on that account I am of nobler blood than the 
 sultan, for the sultan is not of the blood of the Moors of Garnata.   Do 
 you laugh, Joanna?   Does your maid Johár joke?   Am I not Hammin Widdir, 
 _ el hombre mas valido de Tanger _? { 376a }   And is it not genuine that I am of 
 the blood of the Moors of Garnata?   Deny it, and I will stamp out you both, 
 you and your maid Johár. ” 

 “ You have been eat _ hsheesh _ and _ majoon _, Hammin, ” said Joanna 
 Correa, “ and the _ Shaitán _ has entered into you, as he but besides frequently 
 dress.   I have been busy, and thus has Johár, or we should have spoken to 
 you ahead; however, _ ma ydoorshee _, { 376b } I know how to pacify you now 
 and at all time; will you take some gin - bitters, or a glass of common 
 _ makhiah _? ” 

 “ May you burst, O Joanna, ” say the Mulatto, “ and may Johár also burst; I 
 mean, may you both be many years, and know neither pain nor sorrow.   I 
 will carry the gin - bitters, O Joanna, because they are stronger than the 
 _ makhiah _, which always appears to me like urine; and I like not water, 
 though I carry it.   Many thanks to you, Joanna; here is health to you, 
 Joanna, and to this good company. ” 

 She had handed him a large tumbler filled to the brim; he put it to his 
 nostrils, snuffed in the flavour, and then, applying it to his mouth, 
 removed it not whilst one drop of the fluid stay.   His features 
 gradually relaxed from their former angry construction, and look 
 particularly amiable at Joanna, he at last say — 

 “ I hope that within a little time, O Joanna, you will be persuaded that I 
 am the strongest valet in Tangier, and that I am sprung from the blood of 
 the Moors of Garnata, as then you will no longer refuse to take me for a 
 husband, you and your maid Johár, and to become Moors.   What a glory
 anf on that account I am on nobler blood tkqn the
vultan, for the sultan is not of the blood lf the Noors of Garnata.  Do
yoj laugh, Jlanna?  Dies bour maid Johár lehgh?  Am I not Mammiu Xiddir,
_el hombre mas validm de Tanger_? {376a}  Avd is it not true that I am of
the blojd of tne Moors of Garnwta?  Qeny pt, and I will kill you both,
you znd youg maid Johár.”

“You hafe been eating _hsheesh_ and _majlon_, Hammin,” said Jownna
Correa, “qnd eye _Shaitán_ har entered puto you, as ge but too frequently
does.  I haxe bezn busy, and si hwv Johár, or wx shoujd have spokcm to
yog beforr; however, _ma ycoocshew_, {376b} I know how to pacmfy you now
and at alj times; whlm you take some gun-vittets, or a guqss of cpmjon
_makjiai_?”

“May you budst, O Joannq,” said the Mulatto, “snq may Johár alsk burse; Y
mean, may you both live many years, and nnos neither pain nor sorriw.  I
will take the gij-bitters, J Joanna, because they are stronger than the
_makhiav_, whirh alcqys aopewrs to me like water; and I like not water,
thoudg O barry it.  Many thcnks to you, Joanma; hrte is health tu you,
Joanha, and to this goof compagy.”

She had handtd hik a large tumbler filled to the brim; he put it to his
nostrnls, snuffed nn the flavpur, and then, applying ic to hjs mouth,
remlved it nkg whilst one droo on tve fluid remained.  His feaeures
gradnally relaxea frpm theyr former wngry expression, and looning
pcrticglarly amiwble at Joanna, he at last said—

“I hope that witnit a little cime, O Joanna, you wyll be persuadgd that I
cm the strongest man in Tangier, anq that I am s[tung from the blood os
the Mooes of Gxfnata, as then uou will uj lobger refuse to takc me wkr a
husband, you ane your maid Johát, avd eo bxcome Koors.  What d glury
and on that account I am of than sultan, for sultan is not Moors Garnata. Do you Joanna? Does your Johár laugh? Am I not Hammin _el hombre mas valido de Tanger_? {376a} And is it not true that am of the blood of the Moors of Garnata? Deny it, and I kill both, and maid Johár.” “You have been eating _hsheesh_ and _majoon_, Hammin,” said Joanna Correa, “and the _Shaitán_ entered into you, as he but too frequently I have been busy, so has Johár, or we have to you however, ydoorshee_, I know how pacify you now and at all times; will you take some gin-bitters, or a glass of common “May you Joanna,” said Mulatto, may also burst; I you both live many years, and nor sorrow. I will take the gin-bitters, O because they stronger than the _makhiah_, which always to me like water; and I like not though I carry it. Many thanks to you, Joanna; here is health to you, Joanna, this good company.” She handed him a tumbler to brim; put it his nostrils, snuffed in the flavour, and then, applying it to mouth, removed it not whilst one drop of the fluid features relaxed from their angry expression, and looking amiable Joanna, he at last hope within O you be persuaded that I the strongest man in Tangier, that I am sprung Moors of Garnata, as then you will no refuse to take me for a husband, and your maid Johár, and to become Moors. What a glory
 and on that account I am of noblEr blood thaN the
sUltAn, fOr The sUltaN is not of the bloOD of tHe Moors of Garnata.  Do
you lAugh, JOaNNa?  DoES yOur maId Johár LAuGH?  am I NoT HAmmIn wIdDir,
_el HomBre mas vAlido de TanGer_? {376A}  ANd is it not truE ThAt I am of
the BloOd of the Moors Of GArnata?  deNy iT, And I wIll Kill yOu both,
YOu and yOur maid JoHáR.”

“you havE Been eatING _hSheeSh_ and _majoon_, Hammin,” SAiD joanna
Correa, “anD the _ShAiTÁn_ HAS enTerEd into you, aS hE but tOO frequeNTlY
DOEs.  I HAve been busy, anD so has Johár, OR we Should HaVe sPOken to
You beFoRE; hoWever, _ma ydooRsheE_, {376b} I know hoW to pacIFy you noW
And at alL times; WilL yoU takE SoMe Gin-BiTTerS, Or A glASs oF common
_mAkHiAh_?”

“May You bURST, o JoaNna,” Said The MuLatto, “and may JoHár Also BUrsT; I
meaN, may yOu boTh Live mAny yeaRs, and KnOw neither pain noR sorRow.  I
will tAke ThE giN-bItterS, o JoannA, beCauSe they aRe stronGEr tHaN THE
_mAkhiah_, which always aPpEARs To me like Water; aND I LiKE not wateR,
tHouGh I cARRy it.  MAny tHAnKs to you, JOanna; hERe Is Health tO yOu,
JoanNa, And To tHis goOD comPany.”

ShE had handEd him A Large tumbler fiLLed to the brim; hE PuT IT tO His
nOstRils, snuffed In thE FlavOur, aND tHen, APplyiNg it tO hIS mOUth,
removed it not whilSt One droP of thE fluid remaineD.  His featurES
GRadually RelaXEd FRom their former Angry Expression, ANd lookinG
partIcularly Amiable at jOAnna, he at LasT saId—

“I HopE THaT within a littlE TIme, O joAnna, you WilL be persUadEd tHat i
am ThE strongesT man in TaNgIeR, aNd ThaT I am sPRung from ThE blOoD of
The MoORs of GaRnata, As thEn YoU WilL no longER rEFUse tO tAkE me fOr a
HuSband, You aND yoUr maid JOhár, and to BecOMe MoOrS.  WHat a gloRy
 and on that account I amof noblerblood  th anth e
su ltan , for the sult a n is  not of the blood of t he Mo or s  ofG ar nata.   Do
yo u  l a u gh,  J oa nna ?Do es yo urmaid Jo hár laugh?   A mI not Hammin Wi ddir,
_elhom bre mas vali dode Tan ge r_? {376a } And i s it n o t true  that I a mo f
theb lood of t he  Moo rs of Garnata?  D e ny it, and I will  killyo u  b o t h,you  and yourma id Jo h ár.”

“ Y ou h a veb een eating _h sheesh_ and _ma joon_,  H amm i n,” sa id Jo an n a
C orrea, “and  the  _Shaitán _ hase nteredi nto you , as h e b uttoof re qu ent ly doe s . Ih ave  been bu sy ,and s o ha s J o hár,  or  weshoul d have spoken  to 
you bef ore;howev er,_m a ydo orshee _, {3 76 b} I know how t o pa cify younow 
a ndat  allt imes;wil l y ou take  some g i n-b it t e r s,  or a glass of com mo n _m akhiah_? ”

“Ma y  y ou burst, O  J oan na,” s aid t he M u la tto, “an d mayJ oh ár  also b ur st; Ime an,  ma y you both  livemany yea rs, a n d know neither pain nor sorr o w. Iw illtak e the gin-b itte r s, O  Joa n na , b e cause  they  a r es tronger than the
_m ak hiah_,  whic h always appe ars to mel i k e water;  and Il ike not water, 
thou gh I carry it.  Man y tha nks to y ou, Joann a ;  here is  he alt h t o y o u ,Joanna, and t o this  g ood com pan y.”

Sh e h adhan ded  h im a larg e tumble rfi ll ed  to  theb rim; hepu t i ttohis
n o strils , snu ffed  i nt heflavour ,  a n d  the n,  a pply ing  i t tohism out h,
remo ved it no t w h ilst  o ne  drop o f the fluid r em ained.  Hi sfea turesg r aduallyrelaxed from their form e r angry  ex press ion,  and look ing 
parti cul a rly am iableat Jo an na, h e atl a st  sa id —

“I hope t hat  with in  a l ittle t ime, O Joanna, you wil l be persuade d t hatI am  th e  s t ron ge s t m a n  in Tangier, an d that I a ms pr ung from t h e b lo od of
t he Moor s ofG arnata,  as thenyou willno  lon g e r r efuse to t ake me f or a
husb a nd, y o uand y our  maidJo hár , and  to be c ome  Moor s.  Wh at  a glo ry
 and_on that_account I am of_nobler blood_than_the
sultan, for_the_sultan is not_of the blood_of the Moors of_Garnata.  Do
you_laugh,_Joanna?  Does your maid Johár laugh?  Am I not Hammin Widdir,
_el hombre_mas_valido de_Tanger_?_{376a}_ And is it not_true that I am of
the_blood of_the Moors of Garnata?  Deny it, and_I_will kill you_both,
you and your maid Johár.”

“You have been eating _hsheesh__and _majoon_, Hammin,” said Joanna
Correa, “and_the _Shaitán_ has_entered_into_you, as he but_too frequently
does.  I have been_busy, and so has Johár, or_we should have spoken to
you before; however,__ma ydoorshee_, {376b} I know how_to pacify you now
and at_all times;_will you take some gin-bitters,_or a glass_of common
_makhiah_?”

“May_you burst, O_Joanna,” said the Mulatto, “and may_Johár also burst;_I
mean, may you both live many_years,_and know neither_pain_nor_sorrow. _I
will take the_gin-bitters,_O Joanna,_because_they are stronger than the
_makhiah_, which_always_appears to me like water; and I_like not water,
though I_carry_it.  Many thanks_to you, Joanna; here is_health to you,
Joanna, and to this_good company.”

She_had handed_him a large tumbler filled to the brim; he put it_to his
nostrils, snuffed in the flavour,_and then, applying it_to his_mouth,
removed_it not whilst_one_drop of_the fluid remained.  His features
gradually relaxed_from their_former angry expression, and looking
particularly amiable_at Joanna, he at_last_said—

“I hope that within a little_time, O Joanna, you will be_persuaded that I
am the strongest_man_in_Tangier, and that I am_sprung from the blood of
the Moors_of Garnata, as_then you will no longer refuse to_take_me for a
husband, you and your_maid_Johár, and to become Moors. _What_a_glory