Mohammed smiles and points to the sphinx. "Only look at the shadow the moon throws from the dromedary to the mouth of the sphinx! Look at the two heads there, they are our shadows, and they are kissing each other, Butheita!"
She utters a cry of delight. These were her very words, and, as then, he says, bending over her:
"Why should our shadows only kiss each other? Why not our lips, too?"
But she shakes her head and says, as she then said:
"I have promised my father to kiss only that man whom I shall follow to his tent for love. At the door of the tent he may give me the first kiss."
"And you are still resolved to keep this promise?" said he, smiling.
"I am," says she, also smiling. "And you, Mohammed, shall never kiss me!" she continues, the smile vanishing from her lips, and her countenance assuming an angry expression. "No, you shall never kiss me, for you shall never lead me to your tent as your wife! Oh, I see it all plainly. You have stolen me from my father to make me a slave!"
"Yes," said Mohammed, "I intend you to be a slave, the slave of your love! For I know you love me, Butheita!"
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