Bella Donna eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 668 pages of information about Bella Donna.

Bella Donna eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 668 pages of information about Bella Donna.
place it so startled that it almost alarmed her to come abruptly oh these things, which forcibly suggested luxury and people, and she glanced sharply round, again lifting her veil.  But she saw only gleaming yellow and amber and red rocks, and shining tresses of sand among them, and precipices that looked almost like still cascades of fire.  And again she seemed to hear hardness, and heat, and gleam that were crying out to her.

“This is the lunchin’-place, my lady.”

Ibrahim was looking at the ground where the carpet was spread.

“But—­whom do these things belong to?”

“Suttinly they are for you.”

“They were put here for me!”

“Suttinly.”

Always he looked like a gentle and amiable boy.  Mrs. Armine stared at him searchingly for a moment, then, swayed by a sudden impulse, she went to the edge of the great rock that hid Hamza and the donkeys from them, and looked round it to the path by which she had come.  On it Hamza was kneeling with his forehead against the ground.  He lifted himself up, and with his eyes fast shut he murmured, murmured his prayers.  Then he bent again, and laid his forehead once more against the ground.  Mrs. Armine drew back.  She did not know exactly why, but she felt for an instant chilled in the burning sunshine.

“Hamza is praying,” she said to Ibrahim, who stood calmly by the carpet.

“Suttinly!” he replied.  “When Hamza stop, him pray.  Hamza is very good donkey-boy.”

Mrs. Armine asked no more questions.  She sat down on the carpet and leaned against the cushions.  Now she was protected from the fierce glare of the sun, and, almost as from a box at a theater, she could comfortably survey the burning pageant that Nature gave to her eyes.  Ibrahim went to and fro in his golden robe over the yellow ground, bringing her food and water with lemon-juice in it, and, when all was carefully and deftly arranged, he said: 

“Is there anythin’ more, my lady?”

Mrs. Armine shook her head.

“No, Ibrahim.  I have everything I want; I am very comfortable here.”

“All what you want you must have to-day, my lady.”

He looked at her and went away, and was hidden by the rock.  It seemed to her that a curious expression, that was unboyish and sharp with meaning, had dawned and died in his eyes.

Slowly she ate a little food, and she sipped the lemon and water.

Ibrahim did not return, nor did she hear his voice or the voice of Hamza.  She knew, of course, that the two Egyptians were near her, behind the rock; nevertheless, presently, since she could not see or hear them, she began to feel as if she were entirely alone in the mountains.  She drew down one of the cushions from the rock behind her, and laid and kept her hand upon it.  And the sensation the silk gave to her fingers seemed to take her again into the Eastern house of Baroudi.  She finished her meal, she put down upon the carpet the empty glass, and, shutting her eyes, she went on feeling the cushions.  And as she felt them she seemed to see again Hamza, with his beautiful and severe face, praying upon the yellow ground.

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