restler stayed, and many times Campbell met him in the streets,
and each time was exaggerated, insulting courtesy from the Aleppo man,
as he drew aside to let the Frank pass. There was hostility and contempt
in his veiled eyes.... There nonchalance in his smelling of the rose ...
Campbell passed by frigidly, as if the man weren't there, and all the
time his blood was boiling.... But what was one to do? One could not
make a scene before the riff-raff of Syria. And besides, there was too
much of a chance of a knife in the back.... Franks were cheap these
days, and it would be blamed on the war of the Druses....

Argue with himself as much as he could, it was intolerable. It was
silly, but it was intolerable.... To think of another caressing that
perfumed hair, of another kissing the palm of that slim hand, of another
seeing those sleek, sweet shoulders....

Was he jealous ...? No, irritated, just, he told himself. Was he in love
with her himself? Of course not. She wasn't close enough to him for
that.... Then why ...?

Oh, damn it! He didn't know why, but it was just intolerable....

Section 11

The bark was in the open roadstead, cargo all ready, Levantine pilot on
board. A reaching breeze from the north and all favorable. And when he
would get home to Liverpool, he had a design to spend a few weeks in
Ulster.... The roads would be glistening with frost there, and the
pleasant Ulster moon at the full.... The turf would be nearly black, and
bare as a board, and there would be coursing of hares ... November
mists, and the trees red and brown.... Eh, hard Ulster, pleasant Ulster!

He should have been happy, as he made his way down the Beirut streets to
go aboard, leaving the land of his adoption for the land of his birth,
leaving pleasant Fenzile for the shrewd pleasantry of his own folk.... A
little while of Ulster and he would be coming back again.... One's heart
should lift the glory of the world, the bold line of Ulster and the
lavish color of Syria; the sincere, dour folk of Ulster and the warmth
of Fenzile.... He should have left so warmly. "In a little while,
dearest, I'll be back and my heart will speak to your twin green eyes."
"Yes, Zan. I'll be here." But he had left dourly. And Fenzile had
watched him go with quivering lip.... Oh, damn himself for his
suspicions, for his annoyance, and damn the fatuous Arab fool for
arousing them.... Christ, if only he had that fellow on board ship. And
suddenly he met h