The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. ’ The girl bit her lip and backed a little, while her husband shifted to stand at her side. I was the last on board. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. Mrs.
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