“Yes.”
“I—where are you living?”
“Close by on the sand-hill beyond the city wall.”
“Where you can see the fires lit at night and hear the sound of the music of Africa?”
“Yes.”
“As he said.”
“Yes, as he said.”
Again the overwhelming sense of some strange and formidable approach came over her, but this time she fought it resolutely.
“Will you come and see me?” she said.
She had meant to say “us,” but did not say it.