Bedouin Love

Excerpt from Bedouin Love

A dismal sort Of place, he thought to himself, in which to fight for one's life! There were two doors in the room, one bolted and barred since the Lord knows when, the other creaking on its hinges as the scorching wind ?uttered up against it through the outer hall. A window near the ?oor, with cracked, cobwebbed panes of glass, stood half open, and a towel hung loosely from a nail in the outside shutter to another in the inside woodwork. In the morning it had served to keep out the early sun; but now the last rays struck through the cracks of the opposite doorway in dusty shafts.