"What's your name, marshter?" said he. I told him. He bowed and descended the staircase painfully. I had not paid him a penny, and since he did not ask for it, counted on his returning at least for wages.
It was not till next morning that I found big dark drops on most of my clean shirts, and the housemaid complained of a trail of blood all down the staircase.
"The Camel" had received payment in full from other hands than mine.
FOOTNOTES:
[30] "Turnovers," Vol. VIII.
Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion.
—Ecc. iii, 22.
"Kench with a long hand, lazy one," I said to the punkah coolie. "But I am tired," said the coolie. "Then go to Jehannum and get another man to pull," I replied, which was rude and, when you come to think of it, unnecessary.