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And though she might be happy in another love he tried to hope it, but did not succeed sincerely he would always have it to remember, until the day of his death, that once she had loved him. As far out from Touggourt as Temacin, Lady MacGregor came to meet them, in a ramshackle carriage, filled with rugs and pillows in case Nevill wished to change.
You gave up your march to take me safely to Bel-Abbés. You had only eight days' leave to do it in. I know, because my father said so in his letter. But I, thinking always of myself, gave no thought to that. You lost time coming back from Djazerta to the douar. Now I've kept you another night. Is there a train to-morrow going out of Touggourt?"
It struck me, after I'd asked you to see to my tent, you might spot something from that mirror." "I did," Max admitted. "Oh, well, anyhow, to make a long story short, the girl flew into one of those black rages of the petted dancer men have made a damned fuss over, and she disappeared. Lucky for Sanda! If Ahmara'd been with me I'd have had to see Mademoiselle wend her way to Touggourt with you.
All day they journeyed on, save for a short halt at noon, and Max was happy. He tried to recall and quote to himself a verse of Tennyson's "Maud" "Let come what come may; What matter if I go mad, I shall have had my day!" He was having his day just that one day more, because on the next they would come to Touggourt, and if Stanton were there he would spoil everything.
If an accident had happened to the child on the way back from Touggourt, or if any other difficulty arose, in which their interest clashed with his, he would have nine Arabs against him. He and Caird, with the two Highlanders, if they came, would be alone, no matter how large might be Nevill's Arab escort.
Nothing like these things had ever been seen by mistress or servants, except in occasional peeps through shuttered carriage windows when passing French shops: for Lella M'Barka Bent Djellab, daughter of Princes of Touggourt, was what young Arabs call "vieux turban."
There was no doubting that, but lit in an instant, like a burnt wick still warm from a flame blown out. How long would it last? How clear and true a light would it give? Max did not know how much of his doubt of Stanton was jealousy, how much regard for Sanda's happiness. "To think this should come to me at Touggourt, where my father's happiness came to him!"
It was translated for him into French by his interpreter, the dark-faced man who covered his mouth even more closely than did the dwellers in the black tents near Touggourt; for Max, though he had studied Arabic of nights in the Legion's library, and taken lessons from Garcia, could not yet understand the desert dialects when spoken quickly.
What arguments the explorer used none save himself and the priest from Touggourt would ever know. But the priest came and married Sanda to Stanton according to the rites of the Catholic Church. In his eyes, as in the eyes of the girl, it was enough; for was she not, in the sight of heaven, a wife? Stanton professed himself not only glad, but thankful, to have Max as a recruit for his expedition.
He was singing to himself in a low, inward voice. He went on and turned towards the oasis, still singing as he walked slowly. "Do you know what he is singing?" the Count asked. Domini shook her head. She was straining her ears to hear the melody as long as possible. "It is a desert song of the freed negroes of Touggourt 'No one but God and I knows what is in my heart."
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