By Carter Dickson
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The slope was thickened with red-roofed white houses, looking from there like toys of white or yellow-brown or pink. One sole jarring note was a water tower, seeming high only because it was on a ridge, but dwarfing the slender brick towers of mosques. Far to the left the higher battlements of the Kasbah, the ancient Arab Quarter, rose above an invisible yellow beach. But it was not alone the view; there were as good views elsewhere. It was the air, the very feel and texture of the air, entwining the languour of the Mediterranean with the harshness of North Africa.
His bushy eyebrows were black streaked with white. What you first noticed was the twinkle and intelligence in his blue eyes. " he asked, in a gruff but genial voice. , with his deplorable taxi-driver familiarity. "Votre femme n'a pas couche sur le pin de votre chemise? " "Oh, I speak a little English," said the other, putting his head on one side with the concealed glee of one who knows he speaks it very well. "Come, let us talk in English! 's "They tell me I got an Addisonian purity in my style.
M. paused. One marble nymph on the balustrade wore a long garment of yellow flowers. A marble vase foamed thick, light-purple blossoms, which spilled over to the floor. Beyond the balustrade, Tangier fell away in ridges of dense dark green far down to the long, blue shimmering bay and the dark hills rising beyond the bay. The slope was thickened with red-roofed white houses, looking from there like toys of white or yellow-brown or pink. One sole jarring note was a water tower, seeming high only because it was on a ridge, but dwarfing the slender brick towers of mosques.