You should endeavor to obtain some
position in Stamboul. There you would recover your health; the rude
sea air here is assuredly injurious to your weak lungs."
"I wish he would do so," said the tscborbadji, with a sigh. "You are
certainly right, the keen sea air, and the rough storms that often
surge down from the mountains are injurious to my son, but it is
different in Stamboul, where one is protected from the surrounding
mountains. I wish he would go to Stamboul, and that you would assist
him in obtaining a suitable position there."
"Father," replied Osman, gently, "I will not separate myself from
you. Wherever you are there will I remain, for we two are
inseparable."
"Then a better place must be found for your father, Osman."
"If that could be, excellency, I should be happy indeed!" cried the
governor.
"I am under obligations to you, tschorbadji," observed the pacha,
bowing haughtily. "I am really greatly in your debt. With all my
servants I have been your guest for three years, and I vainly urged
you to accept payment. Indeed, I hardly dared speak of it to the
wealthy and distinguished tschorbadji, and it was not fitting to
attempt to remunerate him, But yet, I assure you, this weight of
gratitude rests heavily on me. I have accepted your hospitality
without recompense for these three long years. Now, however,
tschorbadji, now that Cousrouf Pacha is about to return to Stamboul,
he can at last repay this burden of gratitude and debt.
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