"Have pity on a lonely man, O God!" he whispered.

"Let me keep my child; take all else that I have, everything, no matter what! Only let me keep her--yes, just as she is, let me have her still! Time was when I asked more of Thee, but now I am humble, and ask that alone." On his knees in a lonesome place, with the fierce sun beating down on his uncovered head, amid the blackened leaves left by the locust, he prayed this prayer, and then rose to his feet and ran.
When he got to Tetuan the white city was glistening under the setting sun.

Then he thought of his Moorish jellab, and looked at himself, and saw that he was returning home like a beggar; and he remembered with what splendour he had started out.

Should he wait for the darkness, and creep into his house under the cover of it?
If the thought had occurred an hour before he must have scouted it.

Better to brave the looks of every face in Tetuan than be kept back one minute from Naomi.