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Updated: June 12, 2025
She realised for the first time that there were two distinct layers of life in Beni-Mora the life of the streets, courts, gardens and market-place, and above it the life of the roofs. Both were now spread out before her, and the latter, in its domestic intimacy, interested and charmed her.
At the sweet word omnibus a ray of hope stole into the maid's heart, and when a nicely-dressed man, in a long blue coat and indubitable trousers, assisted her politely into a vehicle which was unmistakable she almost wept for joy. Meanwhile Domini, escorted serenely by the poet, walked towards the long gardens of Beni-Mora. She passed over a wooden bridge.
But that I don't feel as if I could bear that." After a moment he answered: "I will try to give you nothing more to bear for me." And he lifted his eyes and fixed them upon the tower with a sort of stern intentness, as a man looks at something cruel, terrible. She saw him do this. "Let us ride quicker," she said. "To-night we must be in Beni-Mora."
That was my purpose in leading you to Beni-Mora, in leading you far out into the desert, in leading you into the heart of the desert." She had been led to Africa for a definite end, and now she knew what that end was. On the mosque of the minaret of Sidi-Zerzour she had surely seen prayer travelling, the soul of prayer travelling. And she had asked herself "Whither?"
"Mademoiselle has been good enough to take a kind interest in the humble work of the Church in Beni-Mora," said the priest with the serious simplicity characteristic of him. He was a sincere man, utterly without pretension, and, as such men often are, quietly at home with anybody of whatever class or creed. "I must go to the garden gate," Domini said. "Will you excuse me for a moment?"
They had something I had not, something that set them above me, something that made their lives plain through any complication, and that gave to death a meaning like the meaning at the close of a great story that is going to have a sequel. They had faith. And it was difficult not to hate them. But now I am one of them. I can pray in the desert." "That was why you left Beni-Mora." "Yes.
All the clear, untempered light of the world seemed to have made its home in Beni-Mora. Yet the heat was not excessive, for the glorious strength of the sun was robbed of its terror, its possible brutality, by the bright and feathery dryness and coolness of the airs. She stepped out briskly. Her body seemed suddenly to become years younger, full of elasticity and radiant strength.
She rode through one of the villages of old Beni-Mora, silent, unlighted, with empty streets and closed cafes maures, touched her horse with the whip, and cantered on at a quicker pace. As she drew near to the desert her desire to be in it increased. There was some coarse grass here. The palm trees grew less thickly.
She tried to pass the grovelling Arab, but as she did so he suddenly sprang up, jumped on to the step of the carriage, and, thrusting his body half through the doorway, began to address a torrent of Arabic to the passenger within. The horn sounded again, and the carriage jerked backwards preparatory to starting on its way to Beni-Mora.
"And Father Roubier if you included him is too fine-hearted to cherish unworthy suspicions of anyone." She got up. Her voice was full of a subdued, but strong, emotion. "Oh, Monsieur Androvsky!" she said. "Do go over and see him. Make friends with him. Never mind yesterday. I want you to be friends with him, with everyone here. Let us make Beni-Mora a place of peace and good will."
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