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Updated: June 20, 2025
For the conscious self had surely never expected to see Baroudi here; and the subconscious self had surely known quite well that he would come into this hard and yellow place of fire to be alone with her. "Thank you so much for the carpet and the cushions." The subconscious self had gained the victory. No, she was not surprised.
She remembered how Baroudi had stared at her while he sang. "What strange people they are!" said Nigel. "Yes, they are very strange." "One can never really know them. There is an eternal barrier between us, the great stone wall of their faith. To-day all the world seems going on pilgrimage. We too, Ruby!"
"You have brains enough to guess," was all she said. "We must be going, Nigel. Look! it is nearly sunset. Soon the river will be turning golden." As she said the last word, she looked at Baroudi, and her voice seemed to linger on the word as on a word beloved. "Won't you stay and see the sunset from here, madame?" he said. "I am sure you have lots to do.
He performed his duties carefully, and was always elaborately polite, but he had an air of secrecy, of uneasiness, and almost of gloom, and when she mentioned Baroudi, he said: "My lady, I know nothin'." "Well, but on the Loulia?" she persisted. "The Reis the crew ?" "They knows nothin'. Nobody heeyah know nothin' at all." Then she resolved to wait no longer, but to go and find out for herself.
Her intention was to go out, to call Ibrahim, to leave the camp at once. But her hands trembled and she could not undo the canvas. Still bending, she struggled with it. She heard no movement behind her. Was Baroudi calmly waiting for her to go? Some one must have pegged the flap down after she had come in. She would have to kneel down on the carpet to get at the fastenings.
Aïyoub brought once more to his master the basin with the cover and the jug, and Baroudi washed his hands and rinsed his mouth as at the beginning of the meal. After this ceremony he again muttered a word or words, rose to his feet, took Mrs. Armine's left hand with his right, and led her to the divan.
And so each day Ibrahim and Hamza brought this Western woman to the place he had appointed, and always he was there before her. Baroudi loved secrecy, and Mrs. Armine had nothing to fear at present from indiscretion of his. And she had no fear of that kind in connection with him.
And as the gold on the river deepened in hue, it spread swiftly upon the water, it travelled down towards Luxor, it crept from the western bank to the eastern bank of the Nile, from the dahabeeyah of Baroudi almost to the feet of Mrs. Armine. "Mahmoud Baroudi is rich! Mahmoud Baroudi is rich!" Why had Hassan said that? What had it to do with her?
People looked at each other rather vaguely, or definitely ignored each other, with profiles and backs which said quite plainly: "We won't have anything to do with you until we know more about you." The entrance of the party from the Villa Androud created a strong diversion. As soon as Baroudi was perceived by the attendants, there was a soft and gliding movement to serve him.
Then the canvas of the big tent was lifted, light shone out from within, and she saw the strong outline of a man. He looked into the night, drew back, and she entered quickly and stood before Baroudi. Then the canvas fell down behind her, shutting out the night and the desert. Baroudi was dressed in Arab costume.
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