{"product_id":"2940013768970","title":"Black light","description":"\"Shall I sin, to satisfy your itch for what you have no right to?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was no moon yet. The ponderous temple wall loomed behind\u003cbr\u003eHawkes, a huge tree breathing near him, full of the restlessness\u003cbr\u003eof parakeets that made the silence audible and darkness visible;\u003cbr\u003eits branches, high above the wall, were a formless shadow, too\u003cbr\u003edense for the starlight. Hawkes' white uniform absorbed the hue\u003cbr\u003eof smoke, a trifle reddened by the glow of embers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Come and try!\" he remarked to himself, and retired again into\u003cbr\u003ethe shadow, muttering: \"I'd like to have some one try to buy me--just\u003cbr\u003eonce.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo purchasers appeared, and he did not appear to expect any among\u003cbr\u003ethe bearers of lanterns, like fireflies, who came unhurrying from\u003cbr\u003ethe city--decent enough citizens--silversmiths and sandal makers,\u003cbr\u003eweavers, tradesmen not so virtuous, nor yet so mean that they\u003cbr\u003emight not glean a little comfort at a day's end, from the same\u003cbr\u003ehymn men have sung for centuries, until its words mean less than\u003cbr\u003ethe mood it makes. They took no notice, or appeared to take none,\u003cbr\u003eof Joe Beddington, who left his horse amid the trees three hundred\u003cbr\u003eyards away and strode by himself, so to speak, in the stream.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe citizens of Adana gathered in the clearing amid the trees,\u003cbr\u003efilled it and spread outward along the temple wall, extinguishing\u003cbr\u003etheir lanterns because the priests, who are obstinate people,\u003cbr\u003eobject to imported kerosene; and anyhow, there would be a full\u003cbr\u003emoon presently, so why waste oil? Joe Beddington, staring about\u003cbr\u003ehim, strode through their midst and presently stood where Hawkes\u003cbr\u003ehad been. Chandri Lal, a small lean cobra-charmer eased himself\u003cbr\u003eout of a shadow and laid his circular basket near Beddington's\u003cbr\u003efeet, studying the dying fire, speculating whether to blow that\u003cbr\u003einto flame or wait until the moon should rise above the temple\u003cbr\u003ewall. Hymn or no hymn, business is business; Chandri Lal had\u003cbr\u003eheard that all Americans shed money as clouds shed rain. He hoped\u003cbr\u003eHawkes would not see him. He knew, to half an ounce, the weight\u003cbr\u003eof Hawkes' boot and the heft behind it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSergeant Hawkes came out of the shadow and saluted Joe, or rather\u003cbr\u003ehe saluted about a hundred million dollars:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Your mother decided not to come, sir? Just as well. She'd have\u003cbr\u003egot tired standing here.\"","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070248763632,"sku":"2940013768970","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013768970_p0.jpg?v=1763590047","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013768970","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}