Desert Love

o the road, scorched by the midday sun, with a curl at the corner of her mouth, a medley of disconnected thoughts

g, miss," in the Egyptian tongue, calling down the displeasure of Allah upon the foreig

haperoned, especially when out of respect to the slenderness of her

with a feeling of relief that she espied "Cuisine Francaise" written across the window of a fairly clean-looking restaurant in a small street, into which p

amalgamate the scantiness of her money, the prices on the carte, and the enormity of her hunger, neither did she notice the burning eyes in the handsome, sensual dark face of

ace save for the waiter, who was aching to get away to smoke a cigarette, and t

ad picked up a paper lying on the chair beside her; glanced at the first page, and dro

n the right just as the native and the Levantine came to the restaurant door in time to see the last inch of her disappearing skirt. And yet through all her haste and her annoyance the inner membrane of Jill's mind, that delicate fabric woven of intuition and divination, which gi

tive of the restaurant face to face in a narrow street, and turned and

with great eyes made larger by the rims of kohl smeared on the lid, and the cheeks rendered dead white with the powder that proves so strangely attractive to the eastern prostitute, sh

en sitting smoking or eating sticky sweetmeats, or drying their heads plastered

continue when the man suddenly appeared at the top of the stree

hare and raced up the street th

left standing ajar was a