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Updated: May 16, 2025
And Hahmed, overcome by an almost irresistible longing to take the girl in his arms and hold her close against all dangers and discomforts, suddenly rose to his feet, standing towering over her, and when she held out both her hands, asking to be helped up, leant down and raised her as lightly as though she were of thistle's down.
"Tell me, O! Hahmed," she suddenly exclaimed softly, after a long silence, "will not your people think it strange that I, a bride, should have lived these many months with you? Will they believe that I am pure, will they not think harm of me, throwing your good name in shadow?" The man raised himself so that his face was on a level with hers as he laid one hand upon her chair.
Little ripples of laughter fell on the night air as Hahmed, letting himself down easily from one gigantic block to another, held out his arms and lifted Jill down, bending his head to kiss her each time he put her on her feet. They were at the last step but one when, with a little scream, she swayed, and nearly fell to the step beneath.
And if so what has it to do with the man whose name is unceasingly upon thy lips?" Jill stood like a statue of disdain. "What is the matter now, Hahmed? Please understand that I will not tolerate such continual fault-finding any longer!
And I wonder if they will ever open up the shaft and search until they find the history on the walls of the base which, I am sure, buries somebody down in its depths. "Eternity! and yet I fret and worry, get cross cross, Hahmed, which is so much more little than angry and love to tease and give pain. Forgive me!"
"Hahmed! Oh, Hahmed!" As faint as the rose of the breaking dawn, as tender as the notes of a cooing dove calling gently to its mate, as soft as the touch of a flower-petal the words drifted through the curtain. With a whispered cry to Allah, his God, the man was upon his feet.
Jill simply could not understand that there was any cause for the terrible jealousy which had suddenly blazed up in the Arab when she had innocently repeated her request to be allowed to see her old friend; Hahmed was as incapable of understanding the request, having failed in his sojourn in the West to fully realise the everyday kind of jolly, good, frank camaraderie which can exist between certain types of English man and woman.
A pitiful little smile flickered across the ashen face as she stood motionless and alone in the ruins. "The temple of love," she cried softly, flinging out her arms, "the temple of love and I am alone. Hahmed beloved, where are you? I feel so I I wish you were here to take me in your arms. Hahmed I want comforting I do I'm lonely I I'm oh, oh! God God have mercy on me I we "
Yet have I not said that until you come to me, and whisper, 'Hahmed, I love you! until that moment I will not in love touch even the fairness of your hand, though as Allah is above us it taxes my strength to the uttermost shred. "Perchance I am foolish, missing the untold and unknown delights of wooing the woman of my heart, but in such wise am I built.
"So would I have it for my ah !" Hahmed stopped suddenly, as with a little cry the girl falling forward clutched frantically at his fine white clothing, tearing it in many places under her weight. "Woman wife, art thou stricken with fear of him who loves thee Allah! That I should have lived to see thy face distorted in anguish in my presence.
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