Oh, that they were to be refreshed with yours instead of
the banana!"
She smiles and looks down, blushingly. She then breaks the fruit and
brings it to his lips in little morsels. And each time he raises his
lips so high, that they touch not only the fruit but also her
delicate brown fingers. It was sweet play, and Mohammed forgets all
else. This night, minutes have been as hours to him, and now he
would have them become eternities. Lovely is this child of the
desert that bends down over him; a whole world of maidenly purity
and sweetness Fate has pointed out the road to his goal through
Butheita, and he feels that she will lead him on until he reaches
the throne seen by his mother in her dreams, and becomes the avenger
of her he loved, of his Masa.
She still gazed upon the upturned countenance of her prisoner, now
lighted up by the rosy light of the morning sun; she is struck with
the tone of his voice, and is surprised to learn that the sarechsme
is not dejected at his captivity.
"You rejoice," said she, smiling, and again displaying her beautiful
teeth. "You rejoice over your captivity."
"I should like to be such a captive forever, Butheita; it is
heavenly to be encircled in these fair arms."
"You are singing your sweet songs again, and oh, they sound so
sweet!" said she. And yet, as he attempts to lay his head closer to
her shoulder, she timidly recoils with an anxious look in her eyes.
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