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Updated: June 7, 2025
She spent hours on the roof, with Saidee or alone, looking out over the desert, through the field-glasses which Maïeddine had sent to her. Very often Saidee would remain below, for Victoria's prayers were not her prayers, nor were Victoria's wishes her wishes. But invariably the older woman would come up to the roof just before sunset, to feed the doves that lived in the minaret.
It was not Victoria they hoped to find there, however, or Saidee her sister, but only a hint as to their next move. Nevertheless, Nevill was superstitious about the birds, and said to Stephen when the car had run them out of Algiers, past Maison Carré, into open country: "Isn't it queer how the birds follow us? I never saw so many before. They're always with us.
"Don't say that! I must send you away. I must no matter how hard it may be to part from you," Saidee insisted. "You don't know what you're talking about. How should you? I suppose you must have heard something. You must anyhow suspect there's a secret?" "Yes, Si Maïeddine told me that. He said, when I talked of my sister, and how I was trying to find her, that he'd once known Cassim.
I haven't forgotten one. Oh, Saidee, dearest, I've come such a long way to find you. Do be glad to see me do!" Her voice broke. She put out her hands pleadingly the childish hands that had seemed pathetically pretty to Stephen Knight. A look of intense concentration darkened Saidee's eyes. She appeared to question herself, to ask her intelligence what was best to do.
Altogether it seemed to Saidee that there was no reason why they shouldn't be as happy as a Catholic girl marrying a Protestant or vice versa; and she hadn't any very strong convictions. She was a Christian, but she wasn't fond of going to church." "And her promise that she'd take you away with her?" Stephen reminded the girl. "She would have kept it, if Mrs.
If poor Saidee were admired at a dinner, or a dance, Mrs. Ray would be horrid all next day, and say everything disagreeable she could think of. Then Saidee would cry when we were alone, and tell me she was so miserable, she would have to marry in self-defence. That made me cry too but she promised to take me with her if she went away.
"When we had been in Paris about two months, Saidee came to bed one night after a ball, and waked me up. We slept in the same room. She was excited and looked like an angel. I knew something had happened. She told me she'd met a wonderful man, and every one was fascinated with him. She had heard of him before, but this was the first time they'd seen each other.
And then, because she was happy herself, and the future seemed bright, she forgot Maïeddine, and thought only of another. "That must be the bordj of Toudja, at last," Victoria said, looking out between the curtains of her bassour. "Aren't you thankful, Saidee?
Even the Agha, Si Maïeddine's father, had less dignity than that of this great saint of the southern desert, returning like a king to his people, after carrying through a triumphant mission. "If only he had been a few days later!" Saidee thought. And Victoria felt an oppressive sense of the man's power, wrapping round her and her sister like a heavy cloak.
Saidee, who had come out from the dining-room into the courtyard, could see her on the wall, and Rostafel was babbling that she was "une petite lionne, une merveille de courage et de finesse."
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