Tancred; Or, The New Crusade

by Earl of Beaconsfield Benjamin Disraeli

‘They live,’ said the man.

‘That’s something,’ said Baroni.

‘Have you been in the land of the Franks?’ said the man.

‘I am always in the land of the Franks,’ said Baroni, ‘and about.’

‘You don’t know any one who wants a parcel of scammony?’ said the man.

‘I don’t know that I don’t,’ said Baroni, mysteriously.

‘I have a very fine parcel,’ said the man; ‘it is very scarce.’

‘No starch or myrrh in it?’ asked Baroni.

‘Do you think I am a Jew?’ said the man.

‘I never could make out what you were, friend Darkush; but as for scammony, I could throw a good deal of business in your way at this moment, to say nothing of galls and tragacanth.’