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And she thought of Baroudi's eyes, and looking again at the yellow light, she felt as if he were watching her calmly from some fastness of the sands to which she could not draw near. In the desert it is difficult to measure distances. Just as Mrs.
He stopped, as if his mind had taken a turn towards some other line of thought; then he said: "Isn't it odd that you and I should be established in Baroudi's boat, when we've never seen him again since the day we had tea on it? I almost thought " "What?" "I almost thought perhaps he'd run up by train to give us a sort of send-off." "Why should he?" "Of course it wasn't necessary.
Ibrahim went up to it and called out something. For a moment there was no answer. During that moment Mrs. Armine had time to notice a second smaller tent standing, with Baroudi's, apart from all the others. And she fancied, but was not certain, that as for an instant the breeze died down, she heard within it a thin sound like the plucked strings of some instrument of music.
She had followed too many ignoble impulses, has succumbed too often to whim, to be the happy slave of delicacy, or to allow any sense of patriotism to keep her hand in virtue's. She told herself that when Baroudi's eyes had spoken to her on the Hohenzollern they had spoken in reply to the summons of her beauty, and for no other reason. What else could such a woman think?
When it ceased, she felt as if she had been carried away from "London," and from those old ambitions and hopes for ever. Baroudi's great eyes were upon her, and seemed to read her thoughts; and now for the first time she felt uneasy under their resolute gaze, felt the desire, almost the necessity to escape from it and to be unwatched.
Her fancy drew and painted marvellous girls in the night. Then, as a louder note, almost like a sigh, came from the tent, she moved forward, lifted the canvas, and looked in. The interior was unlike the interior of Baroudi's tent. Here nothing was beautiful, though nearly everything was gaudy.
Armine lay awake in the cabin which was Baroudi's, and which, in contrast to all the other bedrooms on the Loulia, was sombre in its colouring and distinctively Oriental, she thought of the conversation of the afternoon, and realized that she must keep a tighter hold over her nerves, put a stronger guard upon her temper.
Suddenly she said to herself: "Why should I bother my head about these people, a servant and a donkey-boy?" In England she would never have cared in the least what the people in her service thought about her. But out here things seemed to be different. And Ibrahim and Hamza had brought her to the place where Baroudi had been waiting to meet her. They were in Baroudi's pay. That was the crude fact.
"Every man who cares for a woman can be a fool for her, even an Eastern man." "Why do I come here," he said, "two days through the desert from the Sphinx?" "It amuses you to pursue an Englishwoman. You are cruel, and it amuses you." Her cruelty to Nigel understood Baroudi's cruelty to her quite clearly at that moment, and she came very near to a knowledge of the law of compensation.
She was not to have that illusion. She set her teeth and put her hands behind her, feeling for his fingers. Their hands met, clasped. She fell back, and let him look in. "Why, this must be Baroudi's cabin!" he said. "I dare say. But what I want it for is the size. Don't you see, it's double the size of the others," she said, carelessly. "So it is. But they are ever so much gayer.
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