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Forgive me . Let us listen to the question -- or is it the demand ? -- of the desert in this noontide hour , the greatest hour of all the twenty-four in such a land as this . '' They were silent again , watching the noon , listening to it , feeling it , as they had been silent when the Mueddin 's nasal voice rose in the call to prayer . Count Anteoni stood in the sunshine by the low white parapet of the garden . Domini sat on a low chair in the shadow cast by a great jamelon tree . At her feet was a bush of vivid scarlet geraniums , against which her white linen dress looked curiously blanched .