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Show aware of the arm enclosing her. She moved quickly and it fell from about her. But as she walked on she still seemed to feel it, as one who has been touched by a powerful hypnotist seems to feel the magnetic hand long after it has been removed. v THAT night, as Lady Wyveme lay awake, listening to the sound of the river passing through the gorge on its way to the Sahara, she was troubled as she had never been troubled before. Her light - not wicked - and fashionable life had always hitherto been governed by caprice, but caprice had led her always down flowery pathways stretch-ing into spaces washed with light,///ji never into the dimness of mystery ~// .or the blackness of sorrow. She had often felt quickly but never passionately. Wayward she had been, but not violent, not really reckless; a creature of fantasy, not |
