When I had eaten I went out alone into the garden, for on this plain
the air was very warm and pleasant. It was a beautiful garden, and
I wandered about among its avenues and flowering bushes, glad to be
solitary and to have time to think. Amongst other things I wondered
where Quilla might be, for of her I had seen nothing from the time that
we entered the town. I hated to be parted from her, because in this vast
strange land into which I had wandered she was the only one for whom I
had come to care and without whom I felt I should die of loneliness.
There was Kari, it is true, who I knew loved me in his fashion, but
between him and me there was a great gulf fixed, not only of race and
faith, but of something now which I did not wholly understand. In London
he had been my servant and his ends were my ends; on our wandering he
had been my companion in great adventures. But now I knew that other
interests and desires had taken a hold of him, and that he trod a road
of which I could not see the goal; and no longer thought much of me save
when what I did or desired to do came between him and that goal.
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