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"Count Anteoni allows visitors to explore it." "I am sure it must be very beautiful, Madame," he replied, rather coldly, she thought. He did not say that he would go.
Then they sat in silence, looking out over the desert. And she heard its voices calling. On the following morning, before dawn, Domini awoke, stirred from sleep by her anxiety, persistent even in what seemed unconsciousness, to speed Count Anteoni upon his desert journey.
And their treasure was surely far away, hidden in the distance of the desert sands. As soon as the sun began to decline towards the west she put on her hat, thrust the card Count Anteoni had given her into her glove and set out towards the big hotel alone. She met Hadj as she walked down the arcade.
"I don't know," she answered. And she wondered and could not tell. "There is the Villa Anteoni." Batouch lifted his hand and pointed. They had turned aside from the way to Tombouctou, left the village behind them, and come into a narrow track which ran parallel to the desert. The palm trees rustled on their right, the green corn waved, the narrow cuttings in the earth gleamed with shallow water.
Yes, there is enchantment here and so I never stay too long." "For fear of what?" Count Anteoni was walking easily beside her. He walked from the hips, like many Sicilians, swaying very slightly, as if he liked to be aware how supple his body still was. As Domini spoke he stopped.
"No doubt had it been otherwise he would have jeered, not cowered. But why do you ask me this question, Madame?" "I have just seen a man flee from the sight of prayer." "Your fellow-traveller?" "Yes. It was horrible." She gave him back the glasses. "They reveal that which should be hidden," she said. Count Anteoni took the glasses slowly from her hands.
Why had she not ordered her horse to ride a little way with Count Anteoni? She might have pretended that she was starting on her great journey. The red gold curve became a semi-circle of burnished glory resting upon the deep blue, then a full circle that detached itself majestically and mounted calmly up the cloudless sky.
She remembered how, long ago, Count Anteoni had stood there with her and repeated the words of the angel to the Prophet, and she murmured them now: "O thou that art covered, arise, and magnify thy Lord, and purify thy clothes, and depart from uncleanness." Then, standing side by side, they prayed, looking at the desert. In the evening of that day they left Beni-Mora.
"To meet Monsieur Androvsky? Let us accompany you if Father Roubier " "Please don't trouble. I won't be a minute." Something in her voice made Count Anteoni at once acquiesce, defying his courteous instinct. "We will wait for you here," he said. There was a whimsical plea for forgiveness in his eyes. Domini's did not reject it; they did not answer it.
Suddenly the priest reached out his hand and lifted Bous-Bous on to his knee, and Count Anteoni very lightly and indifferently interposed. "Truth-telling among Arabs becomes a dire necessity to Europeans. One cannot out-lie them, and it doesn't pay to run second to Orientals. So one learns, with tears, to be sincere. Father Roubier is shocked by my apologia for my own blatant truthfulness."
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