“Oh, yes. Ver’ close by the city. Carriage an’ all fees suppli’ by terms of my contract.”
“Got a fence around it?” Falcontent joked.
“Oh, yes.”
“What!” Falcontent exclaimed.
“Not what you call precisely picket fence,” the dragoman replied. “Much more substantial. A ver’ solid wall.”
“Sure they got the right spot fenced in?”
“My habit truth an’ probity compel me say I personally ver’ much doubt. Right place? What matter? Pst!”
What did it matter?
“Haven’t moved the Mount of Olives, have they?”
“Oh, my dear sir!” Awad laughed. “Impossible job for to perform. An’ Palestine antiquities, my dear sir, not for sale for decorate landscape of the American millionaire.”