so I approved of his plan. But alas! as we were coming down the main Street to Najma’s house, we heard the sound of tomtoms in the distance and the shrill ulluluing of women. We continued apace until we reached the byway through which we had to pass, and lo, we find it choked by the zeffah (wedding procession) of none but she and the third-class Medjidi. …”
But we’ll no more of this! Too tragic, too much like fiction it sounds, that here abruptly we must end this Chapter.