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After a while he grew tired of the city, and came back up the street. As he reached the gate of green copper three men on camels appeared. AFTER A WHILE HE GREW TIRED OF THE CITY AND CAME BACK UP THE STREET AS HE REACHED THE GATE OF GREEN COPPER THREE MEN ON CAMELS APPEARED
I know. I often went to the city after that day you wrote of (I used to take hashish of an evening in my flat), and I always found it uninhabited. Sand had poured into it from the desert, and the streets were yellow and smooth, and through open, swinging doors the sand had drifted. "One evening I had put the guard in front of the fire, and settled into a chair and eaten my hashish, and the first thing that I saw when I came to Bethmoora was the sailor with the black scar, strolling down the street, and making footprints in the yellow sand. And now I knew that I should see what secret power it was that kept Bethmoora uninhabited. "I saw that there was anger in the Desert, for there were storm clouds heaving along the skyline, and I heard a muttering amongst the sand. "The sailor strolled on down the street, looking into the empty houses as he went; sometimes he shouted and sometimes he sang, and sometimes he wrote his name on a marble wall. Then he sat down on a step and ate his dinner. S THUBUM LEAN AND THIS IS HOW I KNOW I OFTEN WENT TO THE CITY AFTER THAT DAY YOU WROTE OF I USED TO TAKE HASTIE OF AN EVENING IN MY FLAT AND I ALWAYS FOUND IT UNINHABITED SAND HAD POURED INTO IT FROM THE DESERT AND THE STREETS WERE YELLOW AND SMOOTH AND THROUGH OPEN SWINGING DOORS THE SAND HAD DRIFTED ONE EVENING I HAD PUT THE GUARD IN FRONT OF THE FIRE AND SETTLED INTO A CHAIR AND EATEN MY HASHISH AND THE FIRST THING THAT I SAW WHEN I CAME TO BETHMORA WAS A SAILOR WITH A BLACK SCAR STROLLING DOWN THE STREET AND MAKING FOOTPRINTS IN THE YELLOW SAND AND NOW I KNEW THAT I SHOULD SEE WHAT SECRET POWER IT WAS THAT KEPT BETHMORA UNINHABITED I SAW THAT THERE WAS ANGER IN THE DESERT FOR THERE WERE STORM CLOUDS HEAVING ALONG THE SKY LINE AND I HEARD A MUTTERING AMONGST THE SAND THE SAILOR STROLLED DOWN DOWN THE STREET LOOKING INTO THE EMPTY HOUSES AS HE WENT SOMETIMES HE SHOUTED AND SOMETIMES HE SANG AND SOMETIMES HE WROTE HIS NAME ON A MARBLE WALL THEN HE SAT DOWN ON A STEP AND ATE HIS DINNER
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