The Garden of Allah eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 736 pages of information about The Garden of Allah.

The Garden of Allah eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 736 pages of information about The Garden of Allah.

Domini guessed at once that this was Irena, the returned exile, who wished to kill Hadj, and she was glad that a new incident had occurred to switch off the general attention from the stranger.

Irena was evidently a favourite.  There was a grave movement as she came in, a white undulation as all the shrouded forms bent slightly forward in her direction.  Only Hadj caught his burnous round him with his thin fingers, dropped his chin, shook his hood down upon his forehead, leaned back against the wall, and, curling his legs under him, seemed to fall asleep.  But beneath his brown lids and long black lashes his furtive eyes followed every movement of the girl in the sparkling robe.

She came in slowly and languidly, with a heavy and cross expression upon her face, which was thin to emaciation and painted white, with scarlet lips and darkened eyes and eyebrows.  Her features were narrow and pointed.  Her bones were tiny, and her body was so slender, her waist so small, that, with her flat breast and meagre shoulders, she looked almost like a stick crowned with a human face and hung with brilliant draperies.  Her hair, which was thick and dark brown, was elaborately braided and covered with a yellow silk handkerchief.  Domini thought she looked consumptive, and was bitterly disappointed in her appearance.  For some unknown reason she had expected the woman who wished to kill Hadj, and who obviously inspired him with fear, to be a magnificent and glowing desert beauty.  This woman might be violent.  She looked weary, anaemic, and as if she wished to go to bed, and Domini’s contempt for Hadj increased as she looked at her.  To be afraid of a thin, tired, sleepy creature such as that was too pitiful.  But Hadj did not seem to think so.  He had pulled his hood still further forward, and was now merely a bundle concealed in the shade of Suzanne.

Irena stepped on to the platform, pushed the girl who sat at the end of the bench till she moved up higher, sat down in the vacant place, drank some water out of the glass nearest to her, and then remained quite still staring at the floor, utterly indifferent to the Arabs who were devouring her with their eyes.  No doubt the eyes of men had devoured her ever since she could remember.  It was obvious that they meant nothing to her, that they did not even for an instant disturb the current of her dreary thoughts.

Another girl was dancing, a stout, Oriental Jewess with a thick hooked nose, large lips and bulging eyes, that looked as if they had been newly scoured with emery powder.  While she danced she sang, or rather shouted roughly, an extraordinary melody that suggested battle, murder and sudden death.  Careless of onlookers, she sometimes scratched her head or rubbed her nose without ceasing her contortions.  Domini guessed that this was the girl whom she had seen from the tower dancing upon the roof in the sunset.  Distance and light had indeed transformed her.  Under the lamps she was the embodiment of all that was coarse and greasy.  Even the pitiful slenderness of Irena seemed attractive when compared with her billowing charms, which she kept in a continual commotion that was almost terrifying.

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