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She thought of all she had lost long ago by doing the thing she desired, and again she felt herself inferior to him. "And this, too, we shall do without losing anything by it," he said. "This? What?" "Go back to Kurûn. Tell me. Will you not presently need to have a dahabeeyah?" "And if we do?" "You shall have the Loulia." "You mean to come with us?" "Are you a child?
A sharpness had crept into her lazy voice. "There are French at Armant, and where the French come the little women come." She remembered the pretty little rooms on the Loulia. He possessed a floating house a floating freedom. At that moment she hated the dahabeeyah. She wished it would strike on a rock in the Nile and go to pieces.
"When are you starting for the dahabeeyah?" she asked, as Nigel came anxiously, repentantly forward to meet her. "I don't think I'll go at all. I don't want to go. I'll stay here and have tea with you." "No, you mustn't do that. I shall like to have tea alone to-day." She spoke very gently, but her manner, her eyes, and every word rebuked him. "Then I'll go," he said, "if you prefer it."
Mrs. Armine nodded. Ibrahim stretched out his arm towards the Nile. "Those are his Noobian peoples. They come from his dahabeeyah. It is at Luxor, waiting for him. They have nuthin' to do, and so they make the fantasia to-night." "He is coming here to Luxor?" Ibrahim nodded his head calmly. "He is comin' here to Luxor, my lady, very nice man, very good man.
On the dahabeeyah, which began to look as if it were a long way off and were receding from her, shone a red and a blue light. Still the vehement voices of the brown fellahîn at work by the shadûf rose unwearied along the Nile. During the last days Mrs.
"What is a dahabeeyah, Charles?" the distinct voice of a widow, seated in an arm-chair by the window, asked her son. It was the end of the piece, and his answer was lost in the general clearing of throats and tapping of knees. "They're all old in this room," Rachel whispered. Creeping on, they found that the next window revealed two men in shirt-sleeves playing billiards with two young ladies.
And when the water curled and eddied about the Loulia's prow, and the shores seemed slipping away and falling back into the primrose light of the north, and into the great dahabeeyah there came that mysterious feeling of life which thrills through the moving vessel, he flung up his arms, and uttered an exclamation that was like a mingled sigh and half-suppressed shout.
Baroudi pulled aside this curtain, pushed back a sliding door of wood that was almost black, and said: "Will you go in first, madame?" Mrs. Armine stepped in, with an almost cautious slowness. She found herself in a large saloon, which took in the whole width of the stern of the dahabeeyah.
Now Isaacson heard it, and he thought of the beating pulse in a certain symphony to which he had listened with Nigel, and of the beating pulse of life; and he thought, too, of the destinies of men that often seem so fatal. And he sank down in the magical wonder of this old and golden world. "Don't tie up near any other dahabeeyah." "No, gentlemans," said Hassan.
And Isaacson recalled Starnworth's talk in the night, and his parting words as he went away "A different code from ours!" And the secret of the dahabeeyah, of the beautiful Loulia was it locked in that breast of the East? In the silence Isaacson's mind sought converse with Hamza's, strove to come into contact with Hamza's mind. But it seemed to him that his mind was softly repelled.
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