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any more_. He took deep breaths; lay back; emptied his mind. The traitor in his chest resumed normal service.
No more of that, Saladin Chamcha told himself firmly. No more of thinking myself evil. Appearances deceive; the cover is not the best guide to the book. Devil, Goat, Shaitan? Not I.
Not I: another.
Who?
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Mishal and Anahita arrived with breakfast on a tray and excitement all over their faces. Chamcha devoured cornflakes and Nescafé while the girls, after a few moments of shyness, gabbled at him, simultaneously, non--stop. "Well, you've set the place buzzing and no mistake." -- "You haven't gone and changed back in the night or anything?" -- "Listen, it's not a trick, is it? I mean, it's not make-up or something theatrical? -- I mean, Jumpy says you're
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