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ng for th●e least sound.Nessim removed his shoes● and tip-toed to the bay-window in▓ an attempt to see into the room next door.His ●assailant, it seemed to him, was an● elderly man, gaunt and sharp-featured▓, with the sunk reddish eyes of a bear.He was▓ unable to confirm this.Then▓, wa

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king early on the very morning upon ▓which the invitations for the● great shoot must be issued he saw with horro●r from the bedroom window two s▓uspicious-looking men in Arab dress tying a rop▓e to a sort of windlass on the ro●of.They pointed to him and spoke togethe▓r in low tones.Then

  • his senses were beginning● to accuse
  • reality itself of ●inconsistency.He was in peril of a mental▓
  • overthrow.Once his waistcoat


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they be●gan to lower something heavy, wrapped ●in a fur coat, into the open st▓reet below.His hands trembled as h▓e filled in the large white squares o●f pasteboard with that flowing script, selectin▓g his names from the huge typewritten list whi▓ch Selim had left on his desk●.Neverth

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  • back of a chair, as if inhabite●d by a colony of foreign heart
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eless he smiled as well when he recalle●d how large a space was devoted in● the local press each year to this memorabl▓e event — the great shoot on Mareotis.W●ith so much to occupy him he felt that nothi●ng should be left to chance and though the solic▓itous Selim hovered near, he purse

  • d it stopped an●d refused to continue
  • for the benefit of ●Selim whom he had called into the room.The
  • ● same day he saw his initi

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d his ▓lips and insisted on attending to ▓all the invitations himself.My own, char▓ged with every presage of disaster, stared● at me now from the mantelpiece.I gazed at i●t, my attention scattered by ni▓cotine and wine, recognizing that here, i●n some indefinable way, was the s▓olution

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towards which we all h●ad moved.(‘Where science le●aves off nerves begin.’ Moeurs.) ‘Of cou●rse you will refuse.You will not go’ Justin●e spoke so sharply that I understood ●that her gaze followed mine.●She stood over me in the misty● early morning light, and between sentences co▓

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  • s reserved▓ for Balthazar in the Café Al Akta▓r sipping an ar
  • ak — the arak he had intend

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cked an ear towards the heavily▓-breathing wraith of Hamid behind the do●or.‘You are not to tempt providence▓.Will you Answer me.’ And as if to m●ake persuasion certain she slipp●ed off her skirt and shoes an●d fell softly into bed beside me — warm hai▓r and mouth, and the treacherous nervous ●movements of a body which folded ●against one as if hurt, as if tender▓ from unheale

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d wounds.It seemed to me then● — and the compulsion had nothing of bravado ▓in it — it seemed to me then that I could ▓no longer deprive Nessim of the satisfaction h▓e sought of me, or indeed the situation of its ●issue.There was, too, underneath it all a ▓vein of relief which made me ▓fell almost gay until

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I saw the grave sad ex●pression of my companion-in-arms.Sh▓e lay, staring out of those wonderful●ly expressive dark eyes, as i●f from a high window in her own m●emory.She was looking, I knew, into t●he eyes of Melissa — into the trou▓bled candid eyes of one who, with eve●ry day of increasing danger, moved ne●arer and nearer to us.After all, ●the one most to be wounded by the issue Nes▓sim might be c

  • istorted resemblance to himself as● he turned in the mirror, unfolding his lips fr●om whit
  • e teeth in a smile.He did not wai▓t but hurried to the door.As he wal▓ked the length of the Rue Fuad he f▓elt the entire pavement turn to spong▓
  • e beneath his feet; he was foundering waist-dee●p in it before the illusion vanished.At two●-thirty that
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ontemplating was Melis▓sa — who else I thought back alo●ng the iron chain of kisses which ●Justine had forged, steadily back into memory, ▓hand over fist, like a mariner going down▓ an anchor-chain into the darkest d●epths of some great stagnant harbour, memory.Fr▓om among many sorts of failure▓ each selects the one which leas●t compromises his self-respe▓ct: which lets him down t

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he l▓ightest.Mine had been in ar●t, in religion, and in people.▓In art I had failed (it suddenly occurred ▓to me at this moment) because I did not bel●ieve in the discrete human personality.(‘A▓re people’ writes Pursewarden ‘con▓tinuously themselves, or simply over and over▓ again so fast that they give the ill●usion of continuous features ●— the temporal flicker of old si▓len

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t film’) I lacked a belief in th▓e true authenticity of people in order to ●successfully portray them.In religi●on Well, I found no religion worth ▓while which contained the faintest grain ●of propitiation — and which can escape the ▓charge Pace Balthazar it seemed to me tha▓t all churches, all sects, were at the best mere▓ academies of self-instruction● against fear.But the last,

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  • time listening unt●il the noise came again — t▓he slither of wires being uncoiled●
  • upon the floor and the noise of some small● animal, its shrieks
  • being stifled, a●s it was bundled into a bag.Then disti▓nctly the noise of suitca
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