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He takes the orders for the wines made at the monastery, and for for the what I made, Domini, when I was there." She thought of De Trevignac and the fragments of glass lying upon the ground in the tent at Mogar. "Had De Trevignac " she said in a low, inward voice. "He had seen me, spoken with me at the monastery. When Ouardi brought in the liqueur he remembered who I was."
He said the last words with a sort of strong contempt then, more quietly, he added: "You, Domini, why should you feel the uncertainty of life, especially at Mogar? You need not. You can choose not to. Life is the same in its chances here as everywhere?" "But you," she answered "did you not feel a tragic influence when we arrived here? Do you remember how you looked at the tower?"
As Domini watched him going she felt chilled, because there was something in his manner, in his smile, that seemed for the moment to set them apart from each other, something she did not understand. Soon Androvsky disappeared in a fold of the sands as he had disappeared in a fold of the sands at Mogar, not long before De Trevignac came.
A conviction dawned in her that it was travelling with an intention of reaching her, that it was carried by someone who was thinking of her. But how could that be? She thought of the light as a thing with a mind and a purpose, borne by someone who backed up its purpose, helping it to do what it wanted. And it wanted to come to her. In Mogar! Androvsky had dreaded something in Mogar.
He also ate very little, much less than usual, for in the desert they both had the appetites of hunters. After thanking them cordially for drinking his health, De Trevignac said: "I was nearly experiencing the certainty of death. But was it Mogar that turned you to such thoughts, Madame?" "I think so. There is something sad, even portentous about it."
"The lonely desert, with you." "And nothing else?" "I want that. I cannot have that taken from me." He looked about him quickly from side to side as they rode up the street, as if he were a scout sent in advance of an army and suspected ambushes. His manner reminded her of the way he had looked towards the tower as they rode into Mogar. And he had connected that tower with the French.
And upon me, like cloud and fire cloud of the tombs and the great temple columns, fire of the brilliant life painted and engraved upon them there stole the spell of Egypt. I do not find in Egypt any more the strangeness that once amazed, and at first almost bewildered me. Stranger by far is Morocco, stranger the country beyond Biskra, near Mogar, round Touggourt, even about El Kantara.
She remembered his saying to her that it must have been built for French soldiers. As they rode into Mogar he had dreaded something in Mogar. The strange incident with De Trevignac had followed. She had put it from her mind as a matter of small, or no, importance, had resolutely forgotten it, had been able to forget it in their dream of desert life and desert passion.
Nature surely expanded as if in an effort to hold her arm against some tremendous spectacle set in its bosom by the activity of men, who were strong and ardent as the giants of old, who had powers and a passion for employing them persistently not known in any other region of the earth. The immensity of Mogar brought sadness to the mind. The immensity of Ain-Amara brought excitement.
As she did so, from the house behind it came a string of mules, picking their way among the stones over the hard earth. De Trevignac and his men were already departing from Mogar. They came towards her slowly. They had to pass her to reach the track by which they were going on to the north and civilisation. She stood to see them pass.
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