"Hamza—perhaps?" she said.
"And why not Hamza?"
He looked at her, and was silent. And again she felt a sensation of fear. There was something deadly about the praying donkey-boy.
"When is that girl going?"
Mrs. Armine opened her lips to say, "She is not going at all." They said:
"I intend to get rid of her within the next few days. I always intended to get rid of her."
"Yes?"
"She isn't really a good maid. She doesn't understand my ways."
"Or she understands them too well," said Baroudi calmly, "When she is gone, I shall burn the alum upon the coals and give it to be eaten by a dog that is black. That girl has the evil eye."