Feisul must help pretend you're Lawrence. The
presence of Lawrence would add to his prestige incalculably, and I think
he'll see that, but if not, never mind, we'll manage. Any questions?
Quick!"
You can't ask questions when you're given that sort of opportunity. The
right ones don't occur to you and the others seem absurd. Grim knew
that, of course, but when you're dealing with a woman there's just one
chance in a hundred that she may think of something vital that hasn't
occurred to anybody else. Most women aren't practical; but it's the
impractical things that happen.
"Suppose we're captured by the French?" she suggested. "That's what's
going to happen," he answered. "When they've got you, then you're Mrs.
Mabel Ticknor, who never saw Lawrence and wouldn't recognize him if you
did."
"They'll ask why I'm wearing man's clothes, and masquerading as an
Arab."
"Well, you're a woman, aren't you? You answer with another question--
ask them just how safe a woman would be! They may claim that their
Algerians are baby-lambs, but they can't blame you for not believing it!
Anything else?"
She shook her head, and he turned on Hadad.
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