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Updated: June 22, 2025
He took hold of one hand with the other and went on silently. Presently he made his way at last towards the fumoir in which Domini was still sitting, with one hand resting on the open page whose words had lit up the darkness in her spirit. He came to it so softly that she did not hear his step. He saw her, stood quite still under the trees, and looked at her for a long time.
They look diseased with intelligence." "Let me send him away. Smain!" But she stopped him. Directly he made the suggestion she felt that she must know more of this man. "No. Let us go to the fumoir." "Very well. Go, Smain!" Smain went into the little tent by the gate, sat down on his haunches and began to smell at a sprig of orange blossoms.
Androvsky stood just beyond the doorway, took off his hat, kept it in his hand, and said: "I came here to say good-bye." He made a movement as if to come into the fumoir, but she stopped it by coming at once to the opening. She felt that she could not speak to him enclosed within walls, under a roof. He drew back, and she came out and stood beside him on the sand.
"Was that why you you looked so happy?" he said in a harsh, trembling voice. "When?" "I stood for a long while looking at you when you were in there" he pointed to the fumoir "and your face was happy your face was happy." "Yes, I know." "You will be happy alone? alone in the desert?" When he said that she felt suddenly the agony of the waterless spaces, the agony of the unpeopled wastes.
Here in this 'fumoir', lawyers, doctors, business men of all descriptions, newspaper correspondents, movie photographers, and millionaires who had never crossed save in a 'cabine de luxe', rubbed elbows and exchanged views and played bridge together.
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