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He felt almost affectionate towards her. After all, she came just in time. Then he thought: That other one. I must get away without a scene. Who knows; she may be dangerous! . . . And all at once he felt he hated Aissa with an immense hatred that seemed to choke him. He said to his wife "Wait a moment." She, obedient, seemed to gulp down some words which wanted to come out.
But death in such a moment is the privilege of the fortunate, it is a high and rare favour, a supreme grace. Willems never remembered how and when he parted from Aissa. He caught himself drinking the muddy water out of the hollow of his hand, while his canoe was drifting in mid-stream past the last houses of Sambir.
When we were many here. Many, many. Men with arms by their side. Many . . . men. And talk . . . and songs . . ." She went on like that, raving gently to herself for a long time after Willems had left her. Willems went back to his wife. He came up close to her and found he had nothing to say. Now all his faculties were concentrated upon his wish to avoid Aissa.
When the end came in the explosion of the stored powder-barrels, he was ready to look for his chief. He found him half dead and totally blinded, with nobody near him but his daughter Aissa: the sons had fallen earlier in the day, as became men of their courage.
They are very far to the south. They never come to Sidi Aissa." "You would like to return to your people?" asked Tarzan. "Then I shall promise to see you safely so far as Bou Saada at least. There we can doubtless arrange with the commandant to send you the rest of the way." "Oh, m'sieur," she cried, "how can I ever repay you! You cannot really mean that you will do so much for a poor Ouled-Nail.
He shouted, his head thrown up, his arms swinging about wildly; lean, ragged, disfigured; a tall madman making a great disturbance about something invisible; a being absurd, repulsive, pathetic, and droll. Lingard, who was looking down as if absorbed in deep thought, gave him a quick glance from under his eyebrows: Aissa stood with clasped hands.
"My wife according to our white law, which comes from God!" "Your law! Your God!" murmured Aissa, contemptuously. "Give me this revolver," said Willems, in a peremptory tone. He felt an unwillingness to close with her, to get it by force. She took no notice and went on "Your law . . . or your lies? What am I to believe? I came I ran to defend you when I saw the strange men.
Lingard listened, fascinated and amazed like a child listening to a fairy tale, and, when Willems stopped for breath, he shuffled his feet a little. "What does he say?" cried out Aissa, suddenly. The two men looked at her quickly, and then looked at one another. Willems began again, speaking hurriedly "I tried to do something. Take her away from those people.
"You were unlike the others who come to the cafe. You did not speak coarsely to me the manner in which you gave me money was not an insult." "What shall you do after tonight?" he asked. "You cannot return to the cafe. Can you even remain with safety in Sidi Aissa?" "Tomorrow it will be forgotten," she replied. "But I should be glad if it might be that I need never return to this or another cafe.
Aissa rose from before the fire, that glimmered red through its own smoke, which hung thickening under the boughs of the big tree. She approached him from the side as he neared the plankway of the house. He saw her stop to let him begin his ascent. In the darkness her figure was like the shadow of a woman with clasped hands put out beseechingly. He stopped could not help glancing at her.
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