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Updated: June 12, 2025
The rustic Southerners whom she had seen at ball-play, the simple-hearted Northerners whom she had alarmed at their coffee-making, were now transformed into furies mad with the delirium of slaughter, and heedless of their own lives in the frenzy of taking those of others. "You had better run back, young woman," said some one touching her elbow. "The whole line's going to fall back. We're flanked."
They separated, as if each might have something else to employ him, and shortly all the night camp in the grand old forest seemed to be asleep. The remaining hours of darkness passed silently, and the sun arose with a promise of another hot day. Small fires were kindled for coffee-making, but the preparations for breakfast were hurried.
She insisted on having a drink of water, so the guide brought it to her. This seemed to take the girl's mind from her recent fright, and lying on her back Tommy Thompson gradually became quiet and surveyed the guide's coffee-making through half-closed eyes. "Do you think you can go to sleep?" asked Miss Elting, stooping over the recumbent Tommy.
She stared with all the haughtiness she could summon to her aid; she had learned her own power among the natives of India the previous year, and here in the desert there was only one Arab whose eyes did not fall beneath hers, and presently with a muttered word the woman turned back to her coffee-making.
"Right!" The coffee-making was finished. Hamza got up from his haunches, lifted up the brazier, and went softly away, carrying it with a nonchalant ease almost as if it were a cardboard counterfeit weighing nothing. In a moment Nigel came into the dim room of the fountain. "Where are you? Oh, there! We mustn't miss our first sunset." "Coffee!" she said, smiling.
He stood looking down at Delia, in her white dress, the crimson cloak catching the firelight; while Calliope and I, before a length of Beauvais tapestry, talked with spirit about both tapestry and coffee-making. "Now," Calliope said to me, "you come with me an' help about the coffee, will you? An' Delia, you an' Abel stay here.
He saw a larger room than his present, with more furniture and better; a bookcase instead of a shelf; a closet, and hot and cold water in some convenient alcove; a second table, with a percolator on it, at which Arthur, who was a light sleeper and willingly an early riser, might indulge his knack for coffee-making to the advantage of them both. And Arthur had the same blessed facility with toast.
We ought to see the first afterglow from the Loulia together." "Call me, then, when it comes. But I'm going to take a lesson in coffee-making as they do it out here. It will amuse me to make our coffee after lunch. Besides, it will be something to do. And I want to take an interest in everything, in all the trifles of this odd new life." He put his arm around her shoulder. "Splendid!" he said.
"Pray, why don't you?" said Calliope to me almost savagely on the kitchen stairs. The coffee-making was a slow process and a silent one. Calliope and I were both absorbed in what had so wonderfully come about: That Delia More, who was dead, was alive again; or rather, that her spirit, patient within her through all the years of its loneliness, was coming forth at the sound of Abel's voice.
Afterwards Margot made real Turkish coffee over a dainty spirit lamp ... once in a critical stage in the coffee-making, too she looked up and her eyes sought mine; then her red lips parted in a smile. She poured out the coffee deftly, blowing out the lamp, and put the little copper pot on a plate. "Ombos surveyed his coffee with the air of a connoisseur, his head turned on one side.
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