Those Ancient Lands, Being a Journey to Palestine

Louis Golding

1928

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Chapter V. Dawn in Palestine

I cannot linger in Egypt. They that came before me tarried too long. I have had the taste on my tongue and the dead air in my nostrils. Enough. That will serve.

Zagazig, the swarthy faces. Ismalieh, the British faces, the cascading flowers, the trim hedges. The desert again. Sand sifting remorselessly through the chinks…

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