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"Non! non!" he said, putting his hand over it and shaking his head. De Trevignac started. Ouardi looked at Domini and made a distressed grimace, pointing with a brown finger at the glass. "Oh, Boris! you must drink champagne to-night!" she exclaimed. "I would rather not," he answered. "I am not accustomed to it." "But to drink our guest's health after his escape from death!"
She thought of Mogar once more, steadily, reviewing mentally with the renewed sharpness of intellect that had returned to her, brought by contact with the city all that had passed there, as she never reviewed it before. It had been a strange episode. She began to walk slowly up and down on the sand before the tent. Ouardi came to walk with her, but she sent him away.
"There is another bottle, Madame, but I should not dare to bring it if " He paused. "If what, Ouardi?" "If Monsieur were there." Domini was on the point of asking him why, but she checked herself and told him to leave her. Then she walked up and down once more on the sand.
In a moment we can go." The doves were silent. The night was very still in this nest of the Sahara. Ouardi brought them coffee, and Batouch came to say that the tents were ready. "We shall want nothing more to-night, Batouch," Domini said. "Don't disturb us." Batouch glanced towards the Cafe Maure. A red light gleamed through its low doorway. One or two Arabs were moving within.
In the distance, under the palms, he saw Batouch laughing with Ouardi. Near them Ali was reposing on a mat, moving his head from side to side, smiling with half-shut, vacant eyes, and singing a languid song. This music maddened him. "Batouch!" he called out sharply. "Batouch!" Batouch stopped laughing, glanced round, then came towards him with a large pace, swinging from his hips. "Monsieur?"
"She could not live shut up in a room. She could not wear the veil for Hadj." "But then ?" "She has divorced him, Madame. It is easy here. For a few francs one can " The whistle sounded. The train jerked. Batouch seized her hand, seized Androvsky's, sprang back to the platform. "Good-bye, Batouch! Good-bye, Ouardi! Good-bye, Smain!" The train moved on.
We found gazelle, and so I hope I hope you will have a fairly good dinner." The words could scarcely have been more ordinary, but the way in which they were uttered was so strange, sounded indeed so forced, and so unnatural, that both De Trevignac and Domini looked at the speaker in surprise. There was a pause. Then Batouch and Ouardi came in with the soup. "Come!" Domini said. "Let us begin.
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