... and lemonade — parties of playful children, apparently quite indifferent to the dense atmosphere which made me struggle for breath — and, to crown all, the sudden bursting forth of a chorus of voices into one of the wildest and shrillest of Turkish... The Beauties of the Bosphorus - Page 11by Miss Pardoe (Julia) - 1840 - 164 pagesFull view - About this book
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...voices into one of the wildest and shrillest of Turkish melodies, that was caught up and flung back by the echoes of the vast hall, making a din worthy of...reality, or the mere creation of a distempered brain." Before leaving the seclusions and the pastimes of the Turkish females, let us introduce the account... | |
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