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"Some natives might have hit upon it by accident. Such things have happened before." "Aiwah, Effendi." Abdul smiled his unbelieving, unpleasant smile. "Just at this particular time, after all these thousands of years, the coincidence would indeed be strange." "Then you believe, Abdul, that Madam has anticipated us? that she has secured the treasure?"
Look at those disgusting children!" He pointed to the groups of pale mites, with yellow skins and frail bodies, who were paying like puppies in the garbage of the narrow pathway; their faces were covered with large black house-flies they hung in clusters from their eyes and ears and from the corners of their mouths. "Aiwah, Effendi, but these people will live in no other surroundings.
"This village makes me feel rather sick the whole thing is too horrible, too sad God's blue sky just up above, and His sweet, clean desert sand, and down here this living death, these idle, dirty women, these sickly, fly-covered babies." "Aiwah, Effendi, it is custom." Abdul shrugged his shoulders. "Did the Effendi not say that to every bird his nest is home?
If she could do the one deed, why not the other? But the idea was absurd. She was so totally ignorant of the geography of the desert. She had had no more idea of where she was going than a blind kitten. He reminded Abdul of the fact. "Aiwah, Effendi, but the honourable Sitt had a spy in her camp. I have seen him at his work." "What could he have discovered?
These women were born here, their children will grow up here, they will have their children here. It is their home." "We must get out of it, Abdul. I can't stand it any longer!" Michael tried to walk faster. "If I had only a fly-switch! I can't keep the beasts out of my mouth it's disgusting!" "Aiwah, Effendi, I told you it was not a wholesome village.
The beloved ones of God do not die with their physical death, for they have their means of sustenance with them." "In the second world, Abdul, is your saint already tasting the joys of paradise?" "Aiwah, Effendi. Punishments and rewards are bestowed immediately after death, and those whose proper place is hell are brought to hell, while those who deserve paradise are brought to paradise."
"She gave minute instructions to Hassan early in the evening." Abdul salaamed. "Aiwah, honourable Effendi, you will be relieved of a double anxiety the Sitt was greatly afraid." "Yes, Abdul, I'm thankful, very thankful." Michael stretched out his arms and breathed a deep breath of freedom. Thank God she had gone, gone of her own free will! This, then, was the meaning of his sense of liberation.
"Not until you are quite sure, Abdul. It will only alarm her." "Aiwah, Effendi, I gave it to your ears alone." "How is he?" Michael referred to the saint. "His temperature has fallen head no longer aches. That is always the case." "You have done all that is necessary?" "All I could do, Effendi. Madam has good medicines, praise be to Allah! We can be hopeful." They rode on to the camp in silence.
"There's another way of expressing the same thing, Abdul Effendi Lampton calls it 'drifting. I am too like the desert sands, he thinks. I am without ambition, I too easily accept what seems to me the deciding finger of fate." "Content is prosperity, Effendi." "And we say that God helps those who help themselves." "Aiwah." Abdul smiled.
"Aiwah, Effendi, Abdul understands. The situation has complications ill news travels apace." "I should not like the Sitt to hear from other sources that Madam was with us." "But your letter should have reached the hut by this time, Effendi." "Has there been time to get an answer? Do you believe my letter reached Effendi Lampton, Abdul?" Michael asked the question interestedly.
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