Then the room filled with smoke -- heavy aromatic , and stupefying . Through growing drowse he heard the names of devils -- of Zulbazan , Son of Eblis , who lives in bazars and paraos , making all the sudden lewd wickedness of wayside halts ; of Dulhan , invisible about mosques , the dweller among the slippers of the faithful , who hinders folk from their prayers ; and Musboot , Lord of lies and panic . Huneefa , now whispering in his ear , now talking as from an immense distance , touched him with horrible soft fingers , but Mahbub 's grip never shifted from his neck till , relaxing with a sigh , the boy lost his senses . ` Allah ! How he fought ! We should never have done it but for the drugs . That was his white blood , I take it , ' said Mahbub testily . ` Go on with the dawut -LSB- invocation -RSB- . Give him full Protection . ' ' O Hearer ! Thou that hearest with ears , be present . Listen , O Hearer ! ' Huneefa moaned , her dead eyes turned to the west . The dark room filled with moanings and snortings . From the outer balcony , a ponderous figure raised a round bullet head and coughed nervously . ` Do not interrupt this ventriloquial necromanciss , my friend , ' it said in English . ' I opine that it is very disturbing to you , but no enlightened observer is jolly-well upset . ' ' ... ... I will lay a plot for their ruin ! O Prophet , bear with the unbelievers . Let them alone awhile ! '
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