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Updated: June 5, 2025
For a moment, a hideous moment, she felt as if he personified Beni-Mora, as if this smile were Beni-Mora's farewell to her and to Androvsky. And Irena was dancing at Onargla, far away in the desert. She remembered the night in the dancing-house, Irena's attack upon Hadj. That love of Africa was at an end. Was not everything at an end?
There was a strange smile on his handsome face, and he was caressing his black beard gently with one delicate hand. He saw me, smiled more till I caught the gleam of his white teeth, passed on into the dancing-house, sat down on a divan, and called for coffee. I could not take my eyes from him. Every movement he made fascinated me.
She saw no other form, only his, in this poem of light, in this wide world of the sinking sun. And the music seemed to be about his feet, to rise from the sand and throb in its breast. At that moment the figure of Liberty, which she had seen in the shadows of the dancing-house, came in at the tent door and laid, for the first time, her lips on Domini's.
He wasna like his father nae profane company-keeper nae swearer nae drinker nae frequenter of play-house, or music-house, or dancing-house nae Sabbath-breaker nae imposer of aiths, or bonds, or denier of liberty to the flock. He clave to the warld, and the warld's gear, a wee ower muckle, but then there was some breathing of a gale upon his spirit," etc. etc.
Domini gave it with an abstracted carelessness that evidently hurt his pride, and was passing into the hotel when he said: "Irena is going to marry Hadj, Madame." Since the fracas at the dancing-house both the dancer and her victim had been under lock and key. "To marry her after she tried to kill him!" said Domini. "Yes, Madame. He loves her as the palm tree loves the sun.
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