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The river was like a dream, she thought. The great boats, with their lateen sails and their grave groups of silent brown men, crept noiselessly by like the vessels that pass in a dream. Against the sides of the Loulia she heard the Nile water whispering softly, whispering surely to her.
Armine shared this secret longing or not, one thing is certain: her husband had respect for her, and she wore his respect like a chain; Baroudi had not respect for her, and she wore his lack of respect like a flower. When she had visited the Loulia, reading, as women often do, the character of a man in the things by which he has deliberately surrounded himself, Mrs.
In physical well-being one sinks down, and with wide eyes one gazes and listens and enjoys, and thinks not of the morrow. The dahabiyeh her very name, the Loulia, has a gentle, seductive, cooing sound drifts broadside to the current with furled sails, or glides smoothly on before an amiable north wind with sails unfurled.
Armine who had been watching him with a deep attention, the attention a woman gives only to all the actions, however slight, of a man whose body makes a tremendous appeal to hers. She took it from him and put it into her mouth. As she ate it, she shut her eyes. "And now tell me have you made a plan about the Loulia?" she said.
He came up from the water's edge and stood beside her. "I can't come yet, but I'll be as quick as I can." "Yes." He looked at her. Then he said: "I dunno what Mahmoud Baroudi say to us. He got one girl on the board." "On the board!" "On the board of the Loulia." "Ruby! Ruby! where are you?" "Go back! Wait for me wait!" "Ruby!" "I'm here! I'm coming, Nigel!"
His youth was very apparent at this moment, pushing up into view through his indecision. Every scrap of Isaacson's anger against him had now entirely vanished. "Good-bye!" Mrs. Armine moved her head slightly, settling it against a large cushion. She sighed. Isaacson walked slowly towards the companion. As the Loulia was a very large dahabeeyah, the upper deck was long.
"Poisoned!" she repeated. She said the word without the horror he had expected, dully, mechanically. He thought perhaps she was dazed by surprise. "But that's not all," he said, still holding her hand closely. "I asked him who on board the Loulia could have wished for my death." "That's that's just what I was thinking," she managed to say. "And then he said a dreadful thing." "What?"
It seemed to him that he read her with an ease and a certainty that were not natural. And he knew that with equal ease and certainty she read him. Their dislike was as a sheet of flawless glass through which each looked upon the other. He picked up the field-glass again, and held it to his eyes. The felucca was close to the Loulia now.
To-day it seemed as if that life was withdrawn from her. "I'll tell him now," she said. And without any more questions she went away to the deck. Soon afterwards there was a stir. Cries were heard from the sailors, and the Loulia began to move, floating northwards with the tide. When Nigel asked the reason, Isaacson said to him: "This place is too isolated for an invalid.
When Hassan had gone, ferociously Isaacson opened the letter. It was not very long, and his eyes seized every word of it almost at a glance seized every word and conveyed to his brain the knowledge, undesired by him, that the detective had been right. "Loulia, Nile, Wednesday. "Dear Doctor, "I find it is better not.
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