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Show 41!-~""·"~" ~~-~ The guide handed it to him in ,.. "" silence. •· -~~ ... ''Au revoir!'' "Au revoir, m'sieu! Bon voyage!" He stood holding the mule, and watched Sir Claude walk away with long strides towards the mountain that was dominated by the mighty rock. Sir Claude walked on till the rocks hid him from Achmed's sight. Then he stopped for a moment and looked around him. The sun was already declining, and upon those mountains which were not within the circle of its final glories there was settling a strange grayness. Their naked flanks and treeless summits looked worn and weary, like a face lined with the travail of life. The lonely man drew a long breath as he looked at ,,6 them. He was wondering, wondering at the thought of the joy that had come to him from these mountain fastnesses only a few hours before. Then he had revelled in their wildness, had been stirred by the thought of their remoteness from England. The blood in his veins had leaped in answer to the winds that blew over them, in answer to the sun that made their scattered crystals shine like jewels. An intense physical well-being had been generated within him by the African airs, the African desolation, by the \ freedom and the strangeness of this spacious, undressed country. Now he felt a horror and a hatred of all that had rejoiced him. They -== had come to him with a horror and a "'hatred of the men whose native land this was. Sir Claude that evening was like . ~ ~ man who has fallen into an abyss |