As I've said, I had never cared very much for women, nor they
for me--not Terry-fashion. But this one--
At first I never even thought of her "in that way," as the girls
have it. I had not come to the country with any Turkish-harem
intentions, and I was no woman-worshipper like Jeff. I just liked
that girl "as a friend," as we say. That friendship grew like a tree.
She was SUCH a good sport! We did all kinds of things together.
She taught me games and I taught her games, and we raced and
rowed and had all manner of fun, as well as higher comradeship.
Then, as I got on farther, the palace and treasures and snowy
mountain ranges opened up. I had never known there could be
such a human being. So--great. I don't mean talented. She was
a forester--one of the best--but it was not that gift I mean.
When I say GREAT, I mean great--big, all through. If I had known
more of those women, as intimately, I should not have found her
so unique; but even among them she was noble.
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