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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"The Garden of Allah"

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"Or was it a half-truth? Aren't we, perhaps, shadow now in
comparison--comparison to what we shall be? Isn't this world, even
this--this desert, this pool with the light on it, this silence of the
night around us--isn't all this a shadow in comparison to the world
where we are going, you and I? Boris, I think if we are brave now we
shall be together in that world. But if we are cowards now, I think, I
am sure, that in that world--the real world--we shall be separated for
ever. You and I, whatever we may be, whatever we may have done, at least
are one thing--we are believers. We don't think this is all. If we did
it would be different. But we can't change the truth that is in our
souls, and as we can't change it we must live by it, we must act by it.
We can't do anything else. I can't--and you? Don't you feel, don't you
know, that you can't?"
"To-night," he said, "I feel that I know nothing--nothing except that I
am suffering."
His voice broke on the last words. Tears were shining in his eyes. After
a long silence he said:
"Domini, take me where you will. If it is to Beni-Mora I will go.
But--but--afterwards?"
"Afterwards----" she said.


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