noon
As the camel stopped before the great doorway of the Bordj she turned in the palanquin and looked down upon the desert , motioning to the camel-driver to leave the beast for a moment . She put her arm through Androvsky 's and made his eyes follow hers across the vast spaces made magical by the sinking sun to that darkness of distant palms which , to her , would be a sacred place for ever . And as they looked in silence all that Beni-Mora meant to her came upon her . She saw again the garden hushed in the heat of noon . She saw Androvsky at her feet on the sand . She heard the chiming church bell and the twitter of Larbi 's flute . The dark blue of trees was as the heart of the world to her and as the heart of life .