the garden of allah-第24节

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their　game　and　watched　her；　and　Domini　watched　too。　For　the　first
time；　and　from　this　immense　height；　she　saw　this　universal　dance　of
the　east；　the　doll…like　figure；　fantastically　dwarfed；　waving　its　tiny
hands；　wriggling　its　minute　body；　turning　about　like　a　little　top；
strutting　and　bending；　while　the　soldierssmall　almost　from　here　as
toys　taken　out　of　a　boxassumed　attitudes　of　deep　attention　as　they
leaned　upon　the　card…table；　stretching　out　their　legs　enveloped　in
balloon…like　trousers。

Domini　thought　of　the　recruits；　now；　no　doubt；　undergoing　elsewhere
their　initiation。　For　a　moment　she　seemed　to　see　their　coarse　peasant
faces　rigid　with　surprise；　their　hanging　jaws；　their　childish；　and　yet
sensual；　round　eyes。　Notre　Dame　de　la　Garde　must　seem　very　far　away
from　them　now。

With　that　thought　she　looked　quickly　away　from　the　Jewess　and　the
soldiers。　She　felt　a　sudden　need　of　something　more　nearly　in　relation
with　her　inner　self。　She　was　almost　angry　as　she　realised　how　deep　had
been　her　momentary　interest　in　a　scene　suggestive　of　a　license　which
was　surely　unattractive　to　her。　Yet　was　it　unattractive？　She　scarcely
knew。　But　she　knew　that　it　had　kindled　in　her　a　sudden　and　very　strong
curiosity；　even　a　vague；　momentary　desire　that　she　had　been　born　in
some　tent　of　the　Ouled　Nailsno；　that　was　impossible。　She　had　not
felt　such　a　desire　even　for　an　instant。　She　looked　towards　the
thickets　of　the　palms；　towards　the　mountains　full　of　changing；
exquisite　colours；　towards　the　desert。　And　at　once　the　dream　began　to
return；　and　she　felt　as　if　hands　slipped　under　her　heart　and　uplifted
it。

What　depths　and　heights　were　within　her；　what　deep；　dark　valleys；　and
what　mountain　peaks！　And　how　she　travelled　within　herself；　with
swiftness　of　light；　with　speed　of　the　wind。　What　terrors　of　activity
she　knew。　Did　every　human　being　know　similar　terrors？

The　colours　everywhere　deepened　as　day　failed。　The　desert　spirits　were
at　work。　She　thought　of　Count　Anteoni　again；　and　resolved　to　go　round
to　the　other　side　of　the　tower。　As　she　moved　to　do　this　she　heard　once
more　the　shifting　of　a　foot　on　the　plaster　floor；　then　a　step。
Evidently　she　had　infected　him　with　an　intention　similar　to　her　own。
She　went　on；　still　hearing　the　step；　turned　the　corner　and　stood　face
to　face　in　the　strong　evening　light　with　the　traveller。　Their　bodies
almost　touched　in　the　narrow　space　before　they　both　stopped；　startled。
For　a　moment　they　stood　still　looking　at　each　other；　as　people　might
look　who　have　spoken　together；　who　know　something　of　each　other's
lives；　who　may　like　or　dislike；　wish　to　avoid　or　to　draw　near　to　each
other；　but　who　cannot　pretend　that　they　are　complete　strangers；　wholly
indifferent　to　each　other。　They　met　in　the　sky；　almost　as　one　bird　may
meet　another　on　the　wing。　And；　to　Domini；　at　any　rate；　it　seemed　as　if
the　depth；　height；　space；　colour；　mystery　and　calmyes；　even　the　calm
which　were　above；　around　and　beneath　them；　had　been　placed　there　by
hidden　hands　as　a　setting　for　their　encounter；　even　as　the　abrupt
pageant　of　the　previous　day；　into　which　the　train　had　emerged　from　the
blackness　of　the　tunnel；　had　surely　been　created　as　a　frame　for　the
face　which　had　looked　upon　her　as　if　out　of　the　heart　of　the　sun。　The
assumption　was　absurd；　unreasonable；　yet　vital。　She　did　not　combat　it
because　she　felt　it　too　powerful　for　common　sense　to　strive　against。
And　it　seemed　to　her　that　the　stranger　felt　it　too；　that　she　saw　her
sensation　reflected　in　his　eyes　as　he　stood　between　the　parapet　and
the　staircase　wall；　barringin　despite　of　himselfher　path。　The
moment　seemed　long　while　they　stood　motionless。　Then　the　man　took　off
his　soft　hat　awkwardly；　yet　with　real　politeness；　and　stood　quickly
sideways　against　the　parapet　to　let　her　pass。　She　could　have　passed　if
she　had　brushed　against　him；　and　made　a　movement　to　do　so。　Then　she
checked　herself　and　looked　at　him　again　as　if　she　expected　him　to
speak　to　her。　His　hat　was　still　in　his　hand；　and　the　light　desert　wind
faintly　stirred　his　short　brown　hair。　He　did　not　speak；　but　stood
there　crushing　himself　against　the　plaster　work　with　a　sort　of　fierce
timidity；　as　if　he　dreaded　the　touch　of　her　skirt　against　him；　and
longed　to　make　himself　small；　to　shrivel　up　and　let　her　go　by　in
freedom。

〃Thank　you；〃　she　said　in　French。

She　passed　him；　but　was　unable　to　do　so　without　touching　him。　Her　left
arm　was　hanging　down；　and　her　bare　hand　knocked　against　the　back　of
the　hand　in　which　he　held　his　hat。　She　felt　as　if　at　that　moment　she
touched　a　furnace；　and　she　saw　him　shiver　slightly；　as　over…fatigued
men　sometimes　shiver　in　daylight。　An　extraordinary；　almost　motherly；
sensation　of　pity　for　him　came　over　her。　She　did　not　know　why。　The
intense　heat　of　his　hand；　the　shiver　that　ran　over　his　body；　his
attitude　as　he　shrank　with　a　kind　of　timid；　yet　ferocious；　politeness
against　the　white　wall；　the　expression　in　his　eyes　when　their　hands
toucheda　look　she　could　not　analyse；　but　which　seemed　to　hold　a
mingling　of　wistfulness　and　repellance；　as　of　a　being　stretching　out
arms　for　succour；　and　crying　at　the　same　time；　〃Don't　draw　near　to　me！
Leave　me　to　myself！〃everything　about　him　moved　her。　She　felt　that
she　was　face　to　face　with　a　solitariness　of　soul　such　as　she　had　never
encountered　before；　a　solitariness　that　was　cruel；　that　was　weighed
down　with　agony。　And　directly　she　had　passed　the　man　and　thanked　him
formally　she　stopped　with　her　usual　decision　of　manner。　She　had
abruptly　made　up　her　mind　to　talk　to　him。　He　was　already　moving　to
turn　away。　She　spoke　quickly；　and　in　French。

〃Isn't　it　wonderful　here？〃　she　said；　and　she　made　her　voice　rather
loud；　and　almost　sharp；　to　arrest　his　attention。

He　turned　round　swiftly；　yet　somehow　reluctantly；　looked　at　her
anxiously；　and　seemed　doubtful　whether　he　would　reply。

After　a　silence　that　was　short；　but　that　seemed；　and　in　such
circumstances　was；　long；　he　answered；　in　French：

〃Very　wonderful；　Madame。〃

The　sound　of　his　own　voice　seemed　to　startle　him。　He　stood　as　if　he
had　heard　an　unusual　noise　which　had　alarmed　him；　and　looked　at　Domini
as　if　he　expected　that　she　would　share　in　his　sensation。　Very　quietly
and　deliberately　she　leaned　her　arms　again　on　the　parapet　and　spoke　to
him　once　more。

〃We　seem　to　be　the　only　travellers　here。〃

The　man's　attitude　became　slightly　calmer。　He　looked　less　momentary；
less　as　if　he　were　in　haste　to　go；　but　still　shy；　fierce　and
extraordinarily　unconventional。

〃Yes；　Madame；　there　are　not　many　here。〃

After　a　pause；　and　with　an　uncertain　accent；　he　added：

〃Pardon；　Madamefor　yesterday。〃

There　was　a　sudden　simplicity；　almost　like　that　of　a　child；　in　the
sound　of　his　voice　as　he　said　that。　Domini　knew　at　once　that　he
alluded　to　the　incident　at　the　station　of　El…Akbara；　that　he　was
trying　to　make　amends。　The　way　he　did　it　touched　her　curiously。　She
felt　inclined　to　stretch　out　her　hand　to　him　and　say；　〃Of　course！
Shake　hands　on　it！〃　almost　as　an　honest　schoolboy　might。　But　she　only
answered：

〃I　know　it　was　only　an　accident。　Don't　think　of　it　any　more。〃

She　did　not　look　at　him。

〃Where　money　is　concerned　the　Arabs　are　very　persistent；〃　she
continued。

The　man　laid　one　of　his　brown　hands　on　the　top　of　the　parapet。　She
looked　at　it；　and　it　seemed　to　her　that　she　had　never　before　seen　the
back　of　a　hand　express　so　much　of　character；　look　so　intense；　so
ardent；　and　so　melancholy　as　his。

〃Yes；　Madame。〃

He　still　spoke　with　an　odd　timidity；　with　an　air　of　listening　to　his
own　speech　as　if　in　some　strange　way　it　were　phenomenal　to　him。　It
occurred　to　her　that　possibly　he　had　lived　much　in　lonely　places；　in
which　his　solitude　had　rarely　been　broken；　and　he　had　been　forced　to
acquire　the　habit　of　silence。

〃But　they　are　very　picturesque。　They　look　almost　like　some　religious
order　when　they　wear　their　hoods。　Don't　you　think　so？〃

She　saw　the　brown　hand　lifted　from　the　parapet；　and　heard　her
companion's　feet　shift　on　the　floor　of　the　tower。　But　this　time　he
said　nothing。　As　she　could　not　see　his　hand　now　she　looked　out　again
over　the　panorama　of　the　evening；　which　was　deepening　in　intensity
with　every　passing　moment；　and　immediately　she　was　conscious　of　two
feelings　that　filled　her　with　wonder：　a　much　stronger　and　sweeter
sense　of　the　African　magic　than　she　had　felt　till　now；　and　the
certainty　that　the　greater　force　and　sweetness　of　her　feeling　were
caused　by　the　fact　that　she　had　a　companion　in　her　contemplation。　This
was　strange。　An　intense　desire　for　loneliness　had　driven　her　out　of
Europe　to　this　desert　place；　and　a　companion；　who　was　an　utter
stranger；　emphasised　the　significance；　gave　fibre　to　the　beauty；
intensity　to　the　mystery　of　that　which　she　looked　on。　It　was　as　if　the
meaning　of　the　African　evening　were　suddenly　doubled。　She　thought　of　a
dice…thrower　who　throws　one　die　and　turns　up　six；　then　throws　two　and
turns　up　twelve。　And　she　remained　silent　in　her　surprise。　The　man
stood　silently　beside　her。　Afterwards　she　felt　as　if；　during　this
silence　in　the　tower；　some　powerful　and　unseen　being　had　arrived
mysteriously；　introduced　them　to　one　another　and　mysteriously
departed。

The　evening　d