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"She could not live shut up in a room. She could not wear the veil for Hadj." "But then ?" "She has divorced him, Madame. It is easy here. For a few francs one can " The whistle sounded. The train jerked. Batouch seized her hand, seized Androvsky's, sprang back to the platform. "Good-bye, Batouch! Good-bye, Ouardi! Good-bye, Smain!" The train moved on.
She was resolved not to hesitate, not to be influenced from her purpose by anything. Yet she knew that a great difficulty would stand in her way the difficulty of Androvsky's intense, almost passionate, reserve. This reserve was the dominant characteristic in his nature.
Many minutes passed, but Domini was careless of time as of all else. The green line broke into feathery tufts, broadened into a still far-off dimness of palms. "Water!" Androvsky's voice spoke as if startled. Domini pulled up.
For now she had been led to discuss Androvsky with Father Roubier, and had it not been almost an apology when she said, "I know he is not evil"? Once or twice during dinner, when her eyes met Androvsky's for a moment, she imagined that he must know why she had been at the priest's house, that anger was steadily increasing in him. He was a man who hated to be observed, to be criticised.
And she felt upon her the heavy hand of some strange, perhaps terrible, fate. III. The Eternal Song of Love That same night, accompanied by Batouch, Domini rode out into the desert to see the rising of the moon, and there met Androvsky. He had followed them on horseback. Domini dismissed Batouch at Androvsky's reiterated request.
Androvsky's voice sounded to him hard and cold as ice when it replied, and suddenly he thought of the storm as raging in some northern land over snowbound wastes whose scanty trees were leafless. But Domini's voice was clear, and warm as the sun that would shine again over the desert when the storm was past.
And in that Paradise, in the inmost recess of it, she had put her hands against Androvsky's temples and given her life, her fate, her heart into his keeping. That was why the garden was there, that she might be led to commit this frightful action in it. Her soul felt physically sick. As to her body but just then she scarcely thought of the body.
Upon its back was a palanquin of dark-red stuff, with a roof of stuff stretched upon strong, curved sticks, and curtains which could be drawn or undrawn at pleasure. The desert men crowded about it like eager phantoms in the wind, half seen in the driving mist of sand. Clinging to Androvsky's arm, Domini struggled forward to the camel.
The vivid draperies touched him, and presently a little hand stole out to his breast, caught at the silver chain that lay across it, and jerked out of its hiding-place a wooden cross. Domini saw the light on it for a second, heard a low, fierce exclamation, saw Androvsky's arm push the pretty hand roughly away, and then a thing that was strange.
As he spoke his eyes rested on Androvsky's face, and suddenly he looked grave and put Bous-Bous gently down on the floor. "I'm afraid I must be going," he said. "Already?" said his host. "I dare not allow myself too much idleness. If once I began to be idle in this climate I should become like an Arab and do nothing all day but sit in the sun." "As I do.
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