{"product_id":"2940013410107","title":"THE GARDEN OF ALLAH","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     BOOK I.   PRELUDE\u003cbr\u003e     BOOK II.  THE VOICE OF PRAYER\u003cbr\u003e     BOOK III. THE GARDEN\u003cbr\u003e     BOOK IV.  THE JOURNEY\u003cbr\u003e     BOOK V.   THE REVELATION\u003cbr\u003e     BOOK VI.  THE JOURNEY BACK\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE GARDEN OF ALLAH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOOK I. PRELUDE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe fatigue caused by a rough sea journey, and, perhaps, the\u003cbr\u003econsciousness that she would have to be dressed before dawn to catch the\u003cbr\u003etrain for Beni-Mora, prevented Domini Enfilden from sleeping. There was\u003cbr\u003edeep silence in the Hotel de la Mer at Robertville. The French officers\u003cbr\u003ewho took their pension there had long since ascended the hill of Addouna\u003cbr\u003eto the barracks. The cafes had closed their doors to the drinkers and\u003cbr\u003edomino players. The lounging Arab boys had deserted the sandy Place de\u003cbr\u003ela Marine. In their small and dusky bazaars the Israelites had reckoned\u003cbr\u003eup the takings of the day, and curled themselves up in gaudy quilts\u003cbr\u003eon their low divans to rest. Only two or three _gendarmes_ were still\u003cbr\u003eabout, and a few French and Spaniards at the Port, where, moored against\u003cbr\u003ethe wharf, lay the steamer _Le General Bertrand_, in which Domini had\u003cbr\u003earrived that evening from Marseilles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the hotel the fair and plump Italian waiter, who had drifted to North\u003cbr\u003eAfrica from Pisa, had swept up the crumbs from the two long tables\u003cbr\u003ein the _salle-a-manger_, smoked a thin, dark cigar over a copy of the\u003cbr\u003e_Depeche Algerienne_, put the paper down, scratched his blonde head, on\u003cbr\u003ewhich the hair stood up in bristles, stared for a while at nothing in\u003cbr\u003ethe firm manner of weary men who are at the same time thoughtless and\u003cbr\u003edepressed, and thrown himself on his narrow bed in the dusty corner of\u003cbr\u003ethe little room on the stairs near the front door. Madame, the landlady,\u003cbr\u003ehad laid aside her front and said her prayer to the Virgin. Monsieur,\u003cbr\u003ethe landlord, had muttered his last curse against the Jews and drunk\u003cbr\u003ehis last glass of rum. They snored like honest people recruiting their\u003cbr\u003estrength for the morrow. In number two Suzanne Charpot, Domini's maid,\u003cbr\u003ewas dreaming of the Rue de Rivoli.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145636364528,"sku":"2940013410107","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013410107_p0.jpg?v=1763580871","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013410107","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}