A Week of Agony: A Consul Is Murdered
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to keep out of view of any observers who might be in the
Arab houses.
Towering on the hill to my right, and surrounded by a wall,
was the convent. I expected no danger from that quarter. After
a few moments' walking, I hid myself in a clump of bushes,
within several hundred yards of the houses. There I waited for
darkness, in the meantime watching every bush, every shadow,
listening to every vagrant sound.