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"That boat is the Loulia," said Isaacson, impatiently, pointing up river. "Of course, I know that, my gentlemans." Hassan's voice sounded full of an almost contemptuous pity. "Well, I know the people on board of her. They one of them is a friend of mine. That'll do. You can go to the lower deck." Isaacson began to pace up and down.
I sleep here." "Good night," Isaacson said. "Oh! you won't want me again?" "Not to-night." "Good night then." He opened the cabin door and disappeared within, while Isaacson walked on to the first saloon. He had to wait in it for nearly ten minutes before he heard Mrs. Armine coming. But he would not have minded much waiting an hour.
For the spell of the dead architect was upon him, and the Holy of Holies lay beyond that chamber with narrow walls and blue roof, which contains an altar and shrine of granite, where once no doubt stood the statue of Horus, the God of the Sun. Isaacson expected to find in this sanctuary the representation of the Being to whom this noble house had been raised.
It was Wednesday when Isaacson read, and re-read, this note. He regretted the days that must intervene before the Sunday came. For he feared to repent his betrayal. And the note did not banish this fear. More than once he did repent. Then he and Nigel met and again he gave conscious help to his heart. He did not speak to Nigel of the projected visit, and Nigel did not say anything more about Mrs.
That shows I am not satisfied with the way the case is going." The felucca touched the side of the Loulia. Ibrahim appeared. He smiled when he saw them, smiled still more when he perceived beyond them the second boat with Hassan. Isaacson stepped on board first. Hartley followed him without much alacrity. "I want to see Mrs. Armine," Isaacson said to Ibrahim. Ibrahim went towards the steps.
"If you like. But you must have a coat. I'll fetch it." "Oh, don't you " But the doctor was gone. In a moment he returned with a coat and a light rug. He helped Nigel to put the coat on, took him by the arm, led him out to the chair, and, when he was in it, arranged the rug over his knees. "You're awfully good to me, Isaacson," Nigel said, almost with softness, "awfully good to me. I am grateful."
Without really intending to, she had let herself run loose, she had lost part of her self-control. Not all, for as usual when she told some truth, she had made it serve her very much as a lie might have served her. But by speaking as she had about Meyer Isaacson she had made herself fully realize something that she was afraid of him, or that in the future she might become afraid of him.
Light shone upon her from above, and showed her tense and worn face, her features oddly sharpened and pointed, wrinkles clustering about the corners of her eyes. She seemed, under the low roof, unnaturally tall in her flowing grey robe, and this evening in her height there seemed to Isaacson to be something forbidding and almost dreadful.
Her only thought was, "I'll make him give me my liberty! I'll make him give me my liberty, so that Baroudi must keep me!" "What?" he said. "You didn't believe what Isaacson told you?" she repeated. "Believe it! I turned him out!" "You fool!" she said. She moved a step nearer to him. "You fool!" she repeated. "It's true!" She snatched up the gilded box from the table. He tore it out of her hands.
"If you start off, then I shall be in your wake." "Yes." She moved her umbrella slightly to and fro. "I do wish you could pay Nigel a visit," she said. Then, in a very frank and almost cordial voice, she added, "Look here, Doctor Isaacson, let's make a bargain. I'll go back to the dahabeeyah and see how he is, how he's feeling sound him, in fact.
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