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I remember your name, Tanit-Zerga, because it is beautiful."[[12]]
Then I added:
"Now, leave me, little one. I want to be alone."
It seemed as if she would never go. I was touched, but at the same time vexed. I felt a great need of withdrawing into myself.
"My room is above yours," she said. "There is a copper gong on the table here. You have only to strike if you want anything. A white Targa will answer."
For a second, these instructions amused me. I was in a hotel in the midst of the Sahara. I had only to ring for service.
I looked about my room. My room! For how long?
It was fairly large. Cushions, a couch, an alcove cut into the rock, all lighted by a great window covered by a matting shade.
I went to the window and raised the shade. The light of the setting sun entered.