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Rebecca Is in Presence of the Enemy

           

           "Achili,"saidRebecca,gasping."Ohyes!"Shethoughtachiliwassomethingcool,asitsnameimported,andwasservedwithsome."Howfreshandgreentheylook,"shesaid,andputoneintohermouth.Itwashotterthanthecurry;fleshandbloodcouldbearitnolonger.Shelaiddownherfork."Water,forHeaven’ssake,water!"shecried.Mr.Sedleyburstoutlaughing(hewasacoarseman,fromtheStockExchange,wheretheyloveallsortsofpracticaljokes)."TheyarerealIndian,Iassureyou,"saidhe."Sambo,giveMissSharpsomewater."

           ThepaternallaughwasechoedbyJoseph,whothoughtthejokecapital.Theladiesonlysmiledalittle.TheythoughtpoorRebeccasufferedtoomuch.ShewouldhavelikedtochokeoldSedley,butsheswallowedhermortificationaswellasshehadtheabominablecurrybeforeit,andassoonasshecouldspeak,said,withacomical,good-humouredair,"IoughttohaverememberedthepepperwhichthePrincessofPersiaputsinthecream-tartsintheArabianNights.Doyouputcayenneintoyourcream-tartsinIndia,sir?"

           OldSedleybegantolaugh,andthoughtRebeccawasagood-humouredgirl.Josephsimplysaid,"Cream-tarts,Miss?OurcreamisverybadinBengal.

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