The Garden of Allah (Classic Reprint)

BeniM ora, prevented Domini Enfilden from sleeping. There was deep silence in the Hotel de laM er at Robertville. The French officers who tock their pension there had long since ascended the hill of A ddouna to the barracks. The cafes had closed their doors to the drinkers and domino players. The lounging Arab boys had deserted the sandy Place de laM arine. In their small and dusky bazaars the Israelites had reckoned up the takings of the day, and curled themselves up in gaudy quilts on their low divans to rest. Only two or three gendarmes were still about, and a few French andS paniards at the Port, where, moored against the wharf, lay the steamer Le General Bertrand, in which Domini had arrived that evening fromM arseilles. In the hotel the fair and plump Italian waiter, who had drifted toN orth Africa from Pisa, had swept up the crumbs from the two long tables in the salle-a-manger, smoked a thin, dark cigar over a copy of theD epeche A lgerienne, put the paper down, scratched his blonde head, on which the hair stood up in bristles, stared for a while at nothing in the firm manner of weary men who are at the same time thoughtless and depressed, and thrown himself on his narrow bed in the dusty corner of the little room on the stairs near the front door. Madame, the landlady, had laid aside her front and said her prayer to the Virgin. Monsieur, the landlord, had muttered his last curse against the Jews and drunk his last glass of rum.
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