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The muscles under his beard tightened; his gray eyes widened into a glare like that of Simba in sight of game. Just before the rhinoceros dropped his head for the toss, the Nubian stepped directly into the line of fire. "Lala! lie down!" Kingozi shouted. Somehow the whip-snap of authority in his voice reached the Nubian's consciousness. He dropped flat, and almost instantly the white man fired.
And right through the middle of it hooting and kicking up the Nile passed a Cook's steamer all ready to take tourists to Assuan. From the Nubian's point of view she, and not himself, was the wonder as great as the Swiss-controlled, Swiss-staffed hotel behind her, whose lift, maybe, the Nubian helped to run.
For another pause she stared at him, her eyes widening. "You have done well. Bassi!" she enunciated at last. The tent flaps still quivered behind the Nubian's exit, when she threw herself face downward on the cot. Her body shook with convulsive dry sobs. After a moment she twisted on her side. Both hands clutched her throat, as though she strangled for air. Her eyes were round and rolling.
Her attendants had been forbidden to leave Lochias, but Epaphroditus permitted them to receive visitors. The Nubian's merry, amusing talk had made friends for her among the Roman guards, who allowed her to pass in and out unmolested. On her return, of course, she was searched with the utmost care, like every one who entered Lochias. The decisive hour was close at hand.
Yet she was reluctant to perform the task of making Barine's beautiful, symmetrical figure resemble the hunch-backed Nubian's, or to dip her fingers into the pomade intended for Cleopatra; and it grieved her to mar the beauty of Barine's luxuriant tresses by cutting off part of her thick fair braids.
Onward, my dromedary, speed through the desert! Onward, my Alpha!" The dromedary moves on still more rapidly over the desert; its shadow dances beside them on the sand, and behind them the shadow of the Nubian's steed. The moon grows pale, the stars vanish; day is beginning to dawn. As the sun rises, they reach their destination. The dromedary stops at the little gate at the end of the park.
It is true that, as long as we are what we are, we shall never find anything but our own thoughts in the thoughts of others, and that all of us are somewhat inclined to read books as I have read this one." She did not hear him; her soul was still before the Nubian's tomb. As he heard her sigh, he kissed her on the neck, and said "Do not be sad, my child.
"There is but one man in Italy," he replied, "who is likely to send you such a message, and his name is on the tip of your tongue." "And on the tip of yours, I'll wager," said I. "Both together now!" I raised my finger and counted. "One! Two! Three!" Both together we uttered: "Opsitius Tanno!" There was no variation in the Nubian's non-committal grin.
"Yes," he said, throwing away the match he had been using; "and the influence of this morning roused her to joy. What was it?" "She was very excited watching a diver for frutti di mare." "A boy about seventeen or eighteen, black hair, Arab eyes, bronze skin, a smile difficult to refuse, and a figure almost as perfect as a Nubian's, but rather squarer about the shoulders?"
The ready service which the King had rendered to counteract the bad effects of the Nubian's wound might seem to balance the obligation conferred on him by the slave when he intercepted the blow of the assassin; but it seemed, as a much longer account remained to be arranged between them, that the Monarch was doubtful whether the settlement might leave him, upon the whole, debtor or creditor, and that, therefore, he assumed in the meantime a neutral demeanour, which might suit with either character.
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