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But she controlled herself immediately, and replied, quietly: "Yes, let us go. We are only disturbing the bats." As they went out, she looked up to the column from which Hathor gazed as if seeking for her worshippers, and she whispered adieu to the goddess. As soon as they were on board of the Loulia Nigel gave the order to cast off. He seemed unusually restless, and in a hurry to be en route.
Through the tender darkness of the exquisite night the lights of Luxor shone, and from somewhere below them came a faint but barbaric sound of native music. To-morrow he would follow where the Loulia had gone. The lady patient that morning had been very communicative. One of her chief joys in life was gossip. Her joy in gossip was second only to her joy in poor health.
Now he would heed that voice, certain that it was no unreasonable ear that was listening. He saw the tapering mast of the Loulia against the thin, magical gold of the sky at sunset. He saw it against the even more magical primrose, pale green, soft red, of the after-glow. He saw it black as ink in the livid spasm of light that the falling night struck away from the river, the land, the sky.
Like the mole, she must work in the dark. She could not help it. What she had said of him to Nigel, between his first and his second visits to the Loulia, Isaacson did not know. Indeed, he scarcely cared to know. It was not difficult to divine how she had used her influence.
The Loulia was moored at Keneh, not far from the temple of Denderah. She had been sent up the river from Assiout, where Baroudi had left her when he had finished his business affairs and was ready to start for Cairo. It was Nigel's wish that he and his wife should join her there. "Denderah was the first temple you and I saw together," he said. "Let's see it more at our leisure.
His hand tightened upon her. "But you must come for the afterglow." "Call me, and I'll come." As she went down the companion, he leaned over the rail and asked her: "Who's going to give you your lesson in coffee-making?" "Hamza," she answered. And she disappeared. "All the way up the Nile we shall hear the old shadûf songs," Nigel had said, when the Loulia set sail from Keneh. As Mrs.
After an instant of this contemplation she shut her eyes. "Mrs. Armine!" said Meyer Isaacson. When he spoke, Mrs. Armine opened her eyes. "Mrs. Armine!" he repeated. He took off his hat and held out his hand. "Then it was the Loulia I saw!" he said. She gave him her hand and drew it away. "You are in Egypt!" she said.
Armine went from one to another, she was aware of the soft and warm sensation that steals over a woman returning to the atmosphere which thoroughly suits her, and from which she has long been exiled. Here she could be in her element, for here money had been lavishly spent to create something unique. She felt certain that no dahabeeyah on the Nile was so perfect as the Loulia.
Soon they would be level with the Loulia. A little later the Loulia would lie behind them. A little later still, and she would be out of their sight. "God knows when they'll be at Assouan!" Isaacson found himself saying that.
Isaacson glanced round on the stretched-out Nubians, on Ibrahim and Hassan in a corner, standing respectfully but looking intensely inquisitive. "We'd we can go in here," said Doctor Hartley. He led the way softly down the steps under the Arabic inscription, and into the first saloon of the Loulia.
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