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Updated: June 2, 2025
When at dawn the wind died down, and at last slumber, like a soft wave, came stealing over her, the last thing she saw with her imagination was Hamza, straight, enigmatic, grave, holding an upright wand in his hand. Or was it the ginnee, who had come in out of the night to meet "my lord Arminigel"? What was that? Was it the ginnee moving, speaking?
Deftly he lit the lamp; then he turned to her and stared. "My lady, you are all white, like the lotus what Rameses him carry." She had laid her hand on his arm. Now she let it drop, sat down on the sofa, unpinned her hat and veil, and threw them down on the floor. "It's the storm. I hate the sound of wind at night." "The ginnee him ride in the wind," said Ibrahim, very seriously. "The ginnee!
"And I meant to be at the station to meet you!" she said. He sat down close to the bed, still keeping his hand on hers. "You did?" "Of course. It's this horrid habit I've got into of lying awake at night and sleeping in the morning. And there was such a storm last night." "I know. The ginnee were abroad." He spoke laughingly, but she said: "How did you know that?" "How?
What is that?" "Bad spirit. Him come to do harm. Him bin in the room to-night." They looked at each other in silence. Then Mrs. Armine said: "Is the shutter quite safe now?" "Suttinly." "Then good night, Ibrahim." "Good night, my lady." He went over to the door. "Suttinly the ginnee him bin in the room to-night," he said, solemnly.
Armine undressed, leaving her clothes scattered pell-mell all over the room, and got into her bed. She kept the lamp burning. She was afraid of the dark, and she knew she would not sleep. Although she laughed at Egyptian superstition, as she glanced about the room she was half unconsciously looking for the shadowy form of a ginnee.
She knew he drove her perpetually on towards greater desire of him. Yet even that driving action might not be deliberate on his part. He seemed too careless to plot, and yet she knew that he plotted. Was he now at Aswân with some dancing-girl of his own people? Not one word had she heard of him since the day which had preceded the night of the storm when the ginnee had come in the wind.
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