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For she too, like Androvsky, felt a sort of exquisite trouble moving, like a wave, in her heart. Then she stood and looked round. From the big tent opened a smaller one, which was to serve Androvsky as a dressing-room and both of them as a baggage room.
There was even dust on his face and in his short hair. He looked passionate. "You see," Batouch began, speaking to Domini, "that Monsieur cannot " "Give me the rein!" said Androvsky. There was a sound in his deep voice that was terrible. He was looking not at Domini, but at the priest, who stood a little aside with an expression of concern on his face.
Then had followed her silent ride back to Beni-Mora with Androvsky along the straight road which had always fascinated her spirit of adventure. They had ridden slowly, without looking at each other, without exchanging a word.
"We are accustomed to gaiety round the camp fire." "You are making a long stay in the desert, Monsieur?" asked De Trevignac. "I hope so, Monsieur. It depends on my it depends on Madame Androvsky." "Why didn't he say 'my wife'?" thought De Trevignac. And again he searched his memory. "Had he ever met this man? If so, where?"
The inexorable sun would shine, and the desert would whisper in its blue distances of the unseen things that always dwell beyond. And Androvsky would be gone.
If her husband were to die thus! A terror came upon her. She looked out at the stones in the sand and imagined herself there as the old Arab was praying for Androvsky buried there, hidden from her on earth for ever. And suddenly she felt, "I cannot wait, I must act." Her faith was deep and strong. Nothing could shake it.
All that seemed to confuse, to daze, to repel Androvsky, even to inspire him with fear, the noise of the teeming crowds, their perpetual movement, their contact, startled her into a vividness of life and apprehension of its various meanings, that sent a thrill through her. And the thrill was musical with happiness.
"The monk died suddenly?" "Madame, he ran away from the monastery after being there in the eternal silence for twenty years, after taking the final vows." "How horrible!" said Domini. "That man must be in hell now, in the hell a man can make for himself by his own act." As she spoke, Androvsky appeared by the tent door. He was looking frightfully ill, and like a desperate man.
And so she quickly learned to face this truth with steady eyes and an unflinching heart. At moments Androvsky retreated from her, his mind became remote more, his heart was far from her, and, in its distant place, was suffering. Of that she was assured. But she was assured, too, that she stood to him for perfection in human companionship. A woman's love is, perhaps, the only true divining rod.
"She is she is a good woman." To his surprise Androvsky suddenly wrung his hand almost passionately, and the priest saw that there were tears in his eyes. That night the priest prayed long and earnestly for all wanderers in the desert. When Domini and Androvsky came out from the church they saw vaguely a camel lying down before the door, bending its head and snarling fiercely.
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