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With a horizontal sweep of his arm Abdulla seemed to push away that last statement, and said slowly, with much meaning "He must be perfectly safe; do you understand? Perfectly safe as if he was amongst his own people till . . ." "Till when?" whispered Babalatchi. "Till I speak," said Abdulla. "As to Omar." He hesitated for a moment, then went on very low: "He is very old." "Hai-ya!
Now I noticed that a certain Mlle. Balniaux was very much in the company of Abdulla, who was at that time the influential adviser of the Grand Vizier. It was known in Berlin that the Grand Vizier had lately become very deaf and antagonistic to German influence. The Wilhelmstrasse knew that France and Russia were at work, but were in the dark as to the channels.
Observe, Tuan, not at all far." "Yes, yes; I can see. I shall see him when he wakes." "No doubt, Tuan. When he wakes. . . . If you remain here he can not see you. I shall withdraw quickly and prepare my canoe myself. I am only a poor man, and must go to Sambir to greet Lakamba when he opens his eyes. I must bow before Abdulla who has strength even more strength than you.
Sahamin got up, staff in hand, and spoke to Abdulla with ponderous courtesy, emphasizing his words by the solemn flourishes of his right arm. "It is so. We are weary of paying our debts to that white man here, who is the son of the Rajah Laut. That white man may the grave of his mother be defiled! is not content to hold us all in his hand with a cruel grasp. He seeks to cause our very death.
Willems nodded slightly and spoke after a while. "We know each other, Tuan Abdulla," he said, with an assumption of easy indifference. "We have traded together," answered Abdulla, solemnly, "but it was far from here." "And we may trade here also," said Willems. "The place does not matter. It is the open mind and the true heart that are required in business." "Very true.
"I went to see him myself on the twelfth. That was four days before Abdulla entered the river. In fact, same day Willems tried to get at me. I did feel a little uneasy then. Patalolo assured me that there was no human being that did not love me in Sambir. Looked as wise as an owl. Told me not to listen to the lies of wicked people from down the river.
"And you will have to open your hand, O First amongst the generous!" continued Babalatchi. "You will have to satisfy the rapacity of a white man, and also of one who is not a man, and therefore greedy of ornaments." "They shall be satisfied," said Abdulla; "but . . ." He hesitated, looking down on the ground and stroking his beard, while Babalatchi waited, anxious, with parted lips.
Torches blaze sending out much more smoke than light, and in their red glare Babalatchi comes up to say that the boats are ready. Through that lurid glare Syed Abdulla, in his long white gown, seems to glide fantastically, like a dignified apparition attended by two inferior shades, and stands for a moment at the landing-place to take leave of his host and ally whom he loves.
Then the bush in front of Almayer shook, and the sharp sound of the paddles falling into the canoe rang in the quiet night. They were holding on to the bush now; but Almayer could hardly make out an indistinct dark shape of a man's head and shoulders above the bank. "You Abdulla?" said Almayer, doubtfully. A grave voice answered "Tuan Almayer is speaking to a friend. There is no Arab here."
He was eloquent and persuasive, calling Heaven and Earth to witness the truth of his statements. There were also other witnesses. Mahmat Banjer and a good many others underwent a close examination that dragged its weary length far into the evening. A messenger was sent for Abdulla, who excused himself from coming on the score of his venerable age, but sent Reshid.
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