The Garden of Allah (Classic Reprint)

The Garden of Allah (Classic Reprint)

by Robert Smythe Hichens
     
 

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The fatigue caused by a rough sea journey, and, perhaps, the consciousness that she would have to be depressed before dawn to catch the train for Beni-Mora, prevented Domini Enfilden from sleeping. There was deep silence in the Hôtel de la Mer at Robertville. The French officers who tock their pension there had long since

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The fatigue caused by a rough sea journey, and, perhaps, the consciousness that she would have to be depressed before dawn to catch the train for Beni-Mora, prevented Domini Enfilden from sleeping. There was deep silence in the Hôtel de la Mer at Robertville. The French officers who tock their pension there had long since ascended the hill of Addouna to the barracks. The cafes had closed their doors to the drinkers and domino players. The lounging Arab boys had deserted the sandy Place de la Marine. In their small and dusky bazaars the Israelites had reckoned up the takings of the day, and curled themselves up in gaudy quilts on their low divans to rest. Only two or three gendarmes were still about, and a few French and Spaniards at the Port, where, moored against the wharf, lay the steamer Le General Bertrand, in which Domini had arrived that evening from Marseilles.

In the hotel the fair and plump Italian waiter, who had drifted to North Africa from Pisa, had swept up the crumbs from the two long tables in the salle-a-manger, smoked a thin, dark cigar over a copy of the Depeche Algerienne, put the paper down, scratched his blonde head, on which the hair stood up in bristles, stared for a while at nothing in the firm manner of weary men who are at the same time thoughtless and depressed, and thrown himself on his narrow bed in the dusty corner of the little room on the stairs near the front door. Madame, the landlady, had laid aside her front and said her prayer to the Virgin. Monsieur, the landlord, had muttered his last curse against the Jews and drunk his last glass of rum.

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ISBN-13:
9781330189306
Publisher:
FB &c Ltd
Publication date:
06/25/2015
Pages:
500
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.01(d)

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