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And then again the strong desire came upon him to answer it in person, one morning to appear on the riverbank where the what was the name? the Loulia was tied up, to walk on deck, and say, "I congratulate you on your happiness." How amazed his friend would be! And his enemy what would her face be like? Isaacson always thought of Mrs. Armine as his enemy. She had come into his life as a spy.
Marie knew nothing, had really no special reason to suspect anything, but, because of her mistress's personality, suspected all that a sharp French girl with a knowledge of Paris can suspect. And while Mrs. Armine trusted in the wickedness of Ibrahim and Hamza, she did not trust in the wickedness of Marie. The Loulia had vanished from Luxor with its master. Mrs.
"I'm thankful to be out of the Loulia, Ruby," he said to his wife, who was standing beside the sofa on which he was resting. "Are you, Nigel. Why?" "I don't know. It seemed to oppress me. And you know that writing?" "What writing?" "Over the door as you went in." "Oh, yes." "I used to think of it in the night when I felt so awful, and it was like a weight coming down to crush me."
Would she ever sail to the south in the Loulia? "Will you not taste this jelly made of rose-leaves?" Without touching the ground with his hands, he rose to his feet and stood by the table. "Yes. Give me a little, but only a little."
Armine lay awake in the cabin which was Baroudi's, and which, in contrast to all the other bedrooms on the Loulia, was sombre in its colouring and distinctively Oriental, she thought of the conversation of the afternoon, and realized that she must keep a tighter hold over her nerves, put a stronger guard upon her temper.
Armine on the following afternoon, as she stood with him and her husband upon the lower deck of the Loulia, at the foot of the two steps which led down to the big door dividing the lines of living-rooms from the quarters of the Nubian sailors. The door was white, with mouldings of gold, and the inscription above it was in golden characters.
"I'll go and see about the room," said Mrs. Armine. She went away quickly. When she got upstairs there were drops of blood on her lower lip. Nigel had come to hate the Loulia. They had no further need of her, and he begged his wife to telegraph to Baroudi in his name to take her away as soon as he liked. "Ibrahim has his address, I know," he said. The telegram was sent.
She was a desperate woman, beneath her mask of smiling calm, when the Loulia set sail and glided into the path of the golden evening. Nevertheless, directly she had descended the shallow steps, and come into the luxurious cabin that was to be her boudoir, she was conscious of a feeling of relief that was almost joy. The comfort, the perfect arrangements of the Loulia gave her courage.
Jealousy hurls itself into the past and into the future, demanding of the one what was and of the other what will be. And the canvas of a tent would enfold her, would make her prison walls! Why, why had she tied herself? A month ago, and she was utterly free. She could have gone to the south on the Loulia. Her whole body tingled, revolting against the yoke with which her will had burdened it.
And Isaacson recalled Starnworth's talk in the night, and his parting words as he went away "A different code from ours!" And the secret of the dahabeeyah, of the beautiful Loulia was it locked in that breast of the East? In the silence Isaacson's mind sought converse with Hamza's, strove to come into contact with Hamza's mind. But it seemed to him that his mind was softly repelled.
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