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CHAPTER FOUR-1
CHAPTER FOURWhen they drew near to Fez, Dalma realised that it was surrounded by low hills and their slopes were covered with olive groves and orchards growing oranges. As they drew nearer still, she remembered that the Qarawiyin Mosque had been built in the twelfth century and was the largest in the whole of Africa. It was, however, impossible to talk when they were riding so fast. On the outskirts of the City, the Earl stopped and Dalma looked at him in surprise. “I have decided,” he said, “that I want to talk to you before we actually go into Fez.” “Is it fascinating or are you going to be difficult about telling me, my Lord?” Dalma teased. “I will tell you once we are sitting down and having something to eat or drink,” he replied. They stopped at a café that was obviously design
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