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At
night
in
my
bedroom
and
by
day
in
the
classroom
her
image
came
between
me
and
the
page
I
strove
to
read
.
The
syllables
of
the
word
Araby
were
called
to
me
through
the
silence
in
which
my
soul
luxuriated
and
cast
an
Eastern
enchantment
over
me
.
I
asked
for
leave
to
go
to
the
bazaar
on
Saturday
night
.
My
aunt
was
surprised
and
hoped
it
was
not
some
Freemason
affair
.
I
answered
few
questions
in
class
.
I
watched
my
master
's
face
pass
from
amiability
to
sternness
;
he
hoped
I
was
not
beginning
to
idle
.
I
could
not
call
my
wandering
thoughts
together
.
I
had
hardly
any
patience
with
the
serious
work
of
life
which
,
now
that
it
stood
between
me
and
my
desire
,
seemed
to
me
child
's
play
,
ugly
monotonous
child
's
play
.
On
Saturday
morning
I
reminded
my
uncle
that
I
wished
to
go
to
the
bazaar
in
the
evening
.
He
was
fussing
at
the
hallstand
,
looking
for
the
hat-brush
,
and
answered
me
curtly
:
"
Yes
,
boy
,
I
know
.
"
As
he
was
in
the
hall
I
could
not
go
into
the
front
parlour
and
lie
at
the
window
.
I
left
the
house
in
bad
humour
and
walked
slowly
towards
the
school
.
The
air
was
pitilessly
raw
and
already
my
heart
misgave
me
.
When
I
came
home
to
dinner
my
uncle
had
not
yet
been
home
.
Still
it
was
early
.
I
sat
staring
at
the
clock
for
some
time
and
.
when
its
ticking
began
to
irritate
me
,
I
left
the
room
.
I
mounted
the
staircase
and
gained
the
upper
part
of
the
house
.
The
high
cold
empty
gloomy
rooms
liberated
me
and
I
went
from
room
to
room
singing
.
From
the
front
window
I
saw
my
companions
playing
below
in
the
street
.
Their
cries
reached
me
weakened
and
indistinct
and
,
leaning
my
forehead
against
the
cool
glass
,
I
looked
over
at
the
dark
house
where
she
lived
.
I
may
have
stood
there
for
an
hour
,
seeing
nothing
but
the
brown-clad
figure
cast
by
my
imagination
,
touched
discreetly
by
the
lamplight
at
the
curved
neck
,
at
the
hand
upon
the
railings
and
at
the
border
below
the
dress
.
When
I
came
downstairs
again
I
found
Mrs.
Mercer
sitting
at
the
fire
.
She
was
an
old
garrulous
woman
,
a
pawnbroker
's
widow
,
who
collected
used
stamps
for
some
pious
purpose
.
I
had
to
endure
the
gossip
of
the
tea-table
.
The
meal
was
prolonged
beyond
an
hour
and
still
my
uncle
did
not
come
.
Mrs.
Mercer
stood
up
to
go
:
she
was
sorry
she
could
n't
wait
any
longer
,
but
it
was
after
eight
o'clock
and
she
did
not
like
to
be
out
late
as
the
night
air
was
bad
for
her
.
When
she
had
gone
I
began
to
walk
up
and
down
the
room
,
clenching
my
fists
.
My
aunt
said
:
"
I
'm
afraid
you
may
put
off
your
bazaar
for
this
night
of
Our
Lord
.
"
At
nine
o'clock
I
heard
my
uncle
's
latchkey
in
the
halldoor
.
I
heard
him
talking
to
himself
and
heard
the
hallstand
rocking
when
it
had
received
the
weight
of
his
overcoat
.
I
could
interpret
these
signs
.
When
he
was
midway
through
his
dinner
I
asked
him
to
give
me
the
money
to
go
to
the
bazaar
.
He
had
forgotten
.
"
The
people
are
in
bed
and
after
their
first
sleep
now
,
"
he
said
.
