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"Would you like to test it?" "How?" "By coming with me to the fumoir?" She hesitated obviously. "Mind," he added, "I do not press it. A word from me and he is gone. But you are fearless, and you have spoken already, will speak much more intimately in the future, with the desert spirits." "How do you know that?" "The 'much more intimately'?" "Yes."
They invaded the 'fumoir', undaunted, to practise atrocious French on the phlegmatic steward; they took possession of a protesting piano in the banal little salon and sang: "We'll not come back till it's over over there." And in the evening, on the darkened decks, we listened and thrilled to the refrain: "There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams."
For a long time she stood there, thinking about Larbi. He and his flute and his love were mingled with her life in the desert. And she felt that she could not leave the desert without bidding them farewell. But the silence lasted and she went on and came to the fumoir. She went into it at once and sat down. She was going to wait for Androvsky here. Her mind was straying curiously to-day.
There is an intensity of feeling that generates action, but there is a greater intensity of feeling that renders action impossible, the feeling that seems to turn a human being into a shell of stone within which burn all the fires of creation. Domini knew that she would not move out of the fumoir till the train was creeping along the river-bed on its way from Beni-Mora.
"Boris" she spoke in a more eager voice, clasping his hand strongly "you remember the fumoir in Count Anteoni's garden. The place where it stood was the very heart of the garden." "Yes." "We understood each other there." He pressed her hand without speaking. "Amara seems to me the heart of the Garden of Allah. Perhaps perhaps we shall " She paused. Her eyes were fixed upon his face.
I did not come across my pretty fellow-traveller for half an hour, and then I found that the Captain had half filled her programme. Therefore I "lay low," danced once or twice with uninteresting Belgian matrons, and spent the remainder of the night in the fumoir, until I found my "wife" ready to return to the Grand. When we were back in the salon at the hotel she asked
They invaded the 'fumoir', undaunted, to practise atrocious French on the phlegmatic steward; they took possession of a protesting piano in the banal little salon and sang: "We'll not come back till it's over over there." And in the evening, on the darkened decks, we listened and thrilled to the refrain: "There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams."
I will join you in a moment. Take care not to disturb him." She got up with precaution, held her skirts together with her hands, and slipped softly out on to the garden path. For a moment she was inclined to wait there, to look back and see what was happening in the fumoir.
The house is not very large, and every room was occupied but as they all appeared most correctly attired, I suppose there are resources in the way of lingerie and fumoir which are available at such times, and Francis's valet de chambre is so accustomed to having more people than the house can hold that he probably took his precautions.
The guilty, furtive look which had been stamped upon all his features, specially upon his lips, vanished. Suddenly he became younger in appearance. His figure straightened itself. His hands ceased from trembling. He moved away from the trees, and went to the doorway of the fumoir. Domini looked up, saw him, and got up quietly, clasping her fingers round the little book.
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