Look at the crowds of water-gazers there - Melville
“Bring me a virgin with blue eyes,” the old psychic said, holding a tea glass in one calloused hand and coughing into the other, “and I’ll find the source of evil in your marriage.” The young woman hurried out and ran through the dust and heat of the outdoor marketplace to the only blue-eyed girl she knew in town. Her navy blue chador sailed behind her. Previously she had tried coffee cup reading, a séance with spirits, and some unthinkable talismans to win her husband back but to no avail. Mahmoud, the honourable deputy governor, still came home after midnight, reeking of alcohol and ignoring his wife. The psychic was the last hope for this marriage.
Breathless and sweating in the midday sun, the woman turned a corner and saw Maral among a group of children.