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my eyelids, and made me itch frightfully every time I went
outside the hotel. The beggars, bootblacks, dragomen, and
countless other parasites were becoming more and more dangerous. Unless one was with an Arab or gave baksheesh, all the
culprit had to do was yell Yahoodi and point his finger at the
visitor, who would promptly be insulted, stoned, knifed, or
mobbed. I was also living unde "F