| OCR Text |
Show ~· "You-doubtless you think we·~ k---- ~~ barbarians?" 1"5~ - ~ She looked up at him. At that: ·"'"' A/J.~~?"'"~!):i~:)moment sh_e kn~w tha_t it was the I • "' barbarian m h1m wh1Ch attracted ~-"-~-her, or at least the barbar?us str~in in him which was combmed w1th something else. "You are afraid of us, perhaps?" he added. " You think we are capable of everything?" He used the French expression, capable de tout. "Is it not so?" "I-I think you might be." They were still walking onward towards the gate of the desert. The voice of the river was in their ears, the silver of the moonbeams was about them. Benchaalal's eyes went continually to the flashing fires of the diamonds that hung down to his companion's waist. "And is it not better so? What is a man if he is not capable of all ,,, when he feels all, when he desires all? W auld you have his manners tame, his words slow, his face calm, when his heart is on fire, when his nature is calling, when his blood is crying out, crying out like the river there as it rushes towards the desert? It wants its freedom, and the man wants his; wants the liberty to be as he really is, to act no more, but to hate and to love as his blood tells him. The Englishman! He does not want all this. What does he want? Barbary sheep, mon Dieu! Barbary sheep!" \ He laughed low, as if to himself. "Well, then, in the name of Allah and of his Prophet, let the Englishman have his Barbary sheep, but let ·· the Arab have"- he stopped, then ~ he added, slowly - "his desire, the -. desire of his life." Lady Wyveme felt as if his words of heat from a furnace fiercely. She knew |
