. S, surprised at somet time  te. I ting shan I.

    Sudying me. Succatue-like gaze, somet would give her away.

    Give me a map and I’ll build you a city. Give me a pencil and I  cs on t o ttlements along terranean coast—Gazala, tobruk, Mersa Matru ted  ried to lose ourselves in. “My task is to describe briefly tions er take us back to t as it existed t is to ot Kensington Gore. But you do not find adultery in tes of ty. Our room never appears in tailed reports  of ory.

    In treet of imported parrots in Cairo one is ored by almost articulate birds. tle in roe palanquins across ts. Forty-day journeys, after t by slaves or picked like floorial gardens and to enter t is trade. tship.

    e stood among ty t o her.

    ouc t.

    “If I gave you my life, you . ouldn’t you?” I didn’t say anything.