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[Gnue-sb-commits] repetition


From: Bridget Roth
Subject: [Gnue-sb-commits] repetition
Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2006 15:42:56 -0400

Pain of the slightest had been my obsession and secret terror, from aboy.
The situation had sensibly changedsince Mauluds victory. He and I took affectionate leave of one another. They disbelieved even his yarn thatAli and I would try the Yarmuk bridge that night. Had I now been drugged with it, to bewilderment?
Consequently he deserted to Kuweit, where again he had been amorous.
He and I took affectionate leave of one another.
This was anunexpected generosity, the Wuld Ali being not yet of our fellowship.
So by January the seventh Maulud wascontaining Maan directly.
The TurkishGovernment interfered, and he found life very hard in the prison atMedina. This was an open He, because their camel-brands were Faiz.
I needed hard riders and hard livers; men proudof themselves, and without family.
Some of his ill-clad menactually died of exposure. We passed Bair long after dark, when only its latest tent-fires stillshone.
I explained that I had business there, and was alreadyfootsore. When I was pushed in hekept his head down, and waved the guard out.
Had I now been drugged with it, to bewilderment? All the plain was wet,and our poor camels slithered and fell time and again. Some of his ill-clad menactually died of exposure.
Thence I went up to Allenbys headquartersbeyond Gaza. He wasborn in Boreida, and while young had suffered from the civil power forhis impiety.
He begged that we would not do him shame bybetraying his error. On its door hung a suit of shoddyclothes.
His first use of this pass was tore-visit the guard-room with cigarettes for the military police. Hisreputation grew: but the mutiny at Wejh turned ibn Dakhil into anambassador. There were too manywitnesses for fight or flight, so I went readily.
Before dawn he was blubbering with self-pity; but softly, lest Ihear him. The breaking of ourintention we took quietly.
It had seemed a chance to getaway, but one held me all the time. All the plain was wet,and our poor camels slithered and fell time and again.
After their drink we eased them for half an hour. The British seemed curiously dense about Medina.

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