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THE EYE OF ZEITOON
draughty attic. Up under the stars a man was standing with an arm stretched out toward Tarsus.
"Look!" he said simply.
To the westward was a crimson glow that mushroomed angrily against the sky, throbbing and swelling with hot life like the vomit of a crater. We watched in silence for three minutes, until one of the gipsy women began to moan.
"What do you suppose it is?" I asked then.
"I know what it is," said Kagig simply.
"Tell then."
"Effendi, that is the heart of Armenia burning. Those are the homes of my nation—of my kin!"
"And good God, where d'you suppose Miss Vanderman is?" Fred exclaimed.
Will was standing beside Maga, looking into her eyes as if he hoped to read in them the riddle of Armenia.
