Yes, I know quite well she'll be looking out from the door in the sunshine when she awakes in the morning.

It's always the way of these tender creatures, is it not?
So we must humour them.

Yes, yes, that's so that's so." His fellow-prisoners stood around him each in his night-headkerchief knotted under his chin--gaunt, hooded figures, in the shifting light of the jailer's lantern.
"Farewell, brothers!" he cried; and one by one they touched his hand and brought it to their breasts.
"Farewell, master!" "Peace, Sidi!" "Farewell!" "Peace!" "Farewell!" The light shot out; the door clasped back; there were footsteps dying away outside; two loud bangs as of a closing gate, and then silence--empty and ghostly.
In the darkness the hooded figures stood a moment listening, and then a croaking, breaking, husky, merry voice began to sing-- El Arby was a black man, They called him "'Larby Kosk;" He loved the wives of the Kasbah, And stole slippers in the Mosque..