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Then, with a stern, tense face, he nodded to the Nubians. They bent again to the oars, and the felucca dropped down the Nile. When she had sent her note to the Fatma, Mrs. Armine had secretly telegraphed to Doctor Hartley, begging him to come to the Loulia as quickly as possible. She had implied to Isaacson that he would arrive about four the next day.
As a matter of fact, he was wondering how in the world Durrance had ever come to hear of Abou Fatma, whose name he himself had heard for the first and last time a year ago upon the verandah of the Palace at Suakin. For he had spoken the truth. He never had come across Abou Fatma, although Feversham had spoken of him. "That makes me still more curious," Durrance continued.
She had explained the meaning or contents of each fetich long ago, and Sanda knew all about the sacred eye from Egypt, the white coral horn to ward off evil, the silver and emerald case with a text from the Koran blessed by a great saint or marabout, and the pearl-crusted gold box containing a lock of hair certified to be that of Fatma Zora, the Prophet's favourite daughter.
"Fatma is praying to Allah for your safety," he said. There was no time for more, for already the tents were being pulled down, and soon the women were hurried away to the rear.
My Lord Arminigel." "What house is it? What's the name?" "The Villa Androud, my kind gentlemans." "The Villa Androud!" So that was where Armine had gone for his honeymoon with Bella Donna! The windows glittered like the jewels many men had given to her. Night fell. The song of the fellahîn failed. The stars came out. Just where the Loulia had lain the Fatma lay.
"And through the doorway where the Tur-cos I like the old name crowded I saw the sand filtering in from the desert, and against the black leaves of a solitary palm-tree, with leaves like giant Fatma hands, I saw the silver disc of the moon. "'I vote we go, said Marnier's light tenor voice in my ear. 'The atmosphere's awful in here. "'Very well, I said.
An opportunity of helping Harry Feversham had slipped away; for the Arab who could not even speak his name was Abou Fatma of the Kabbabish tribe, and his presence wounded and helpless upon the Nile steamer between Korosko and Assouan meant that Harry Feversham's carefully laid plan for the rescue of Colonel Trench had failed.
Quite slowly their meaning broke in on Feversham's mind; quite slowly he recognised the man who uttered them. "Abou Fatma!" he said. "Hoosh!" returned Abou Fatma, "the camels are ready." "Now?" "Now." Trench leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, and the face of a sick man. It seemed that he would swoon, and Feversham took him by the arm. "Is it true?"
They ran up the slope of sand, between the quarters of the tribes, across the narrow width of the city, through the cemetery. On the far side of the cemetery stood a disused house; a man rose up in the doorway as they approached, and went in. "Wait here," said Abou Fatma, and he too went into the house. In a moment both men came back, and each one led a camel and made it kneel.
He would come back and see the face that went with that changed voice, that voice which he had hardly recognized. "Go forth upon thy journey, Christian soul! Go from this world!" He moved to go away to those far-off lights which showed where the Fatma lay, by Edfou. "Go forth ... go from this world!" Was it the voice of a priest? Or was it the irreparable voice of a woman?
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