"Oh, trust my instinct in this!
Watch him. Beware of him." David smiled slightly. "I shall have need to
beware of many. I am sure thee does well to caution me. Farewell," he
added.
"If it should be that I can ever help you--" she said, and paused.
"Thee has helped me," he replied. "The world is a desert. Caravans from
all quarters of the sun meet at the cross-roads. One gives the other food
or drink or medicine, and they move on again. And all grows dim with
time. And the camel-drivers are forgotten; but the cross-roads remain,
and the food and the drink and the medicine and the cattle helped each
caravan upon the way. Is it not enough?"
She placed her hand in his. It lay there for a moment. "God be with thee,
friend," he said.
The next instant Thomas Tilman Lacey's drawling voice broke the silence.
"There's something catching about these nights in Egypt. I suppose it's
the air. No wind--just the stars, and the ultramarine, and the nothing to
do but lay me down and sleep. It doesn't give you the jim-jumps like
Mexico.
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