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Show The foot of the desert man is as expressive as his hand, and often as fine, as delicate. These feet gave to Lady Wyverne an extraordinary impression of finesse, which almost made her think of herself as clumsy. She contrasted swiftly this vital impression of finesse with the equally vital impression of strength of which she had just been conscious, and she wondered at the extremes that were mingled in this man, at the woman that was surely in him as well as the man and the savage man. Suddenly the rein to her impulse, she "Have you your revolver?" He drew it instantly from the folds his scented garments. "Throw up a stone," she said to guide, who had just come up to holding the boots and gaiters the Spahi in his hand. The boy went away a few steps, )0 stood in front of the Spahi, looked at him, bent down and picked up a stone. The Spahi smiled and lifted the hand that held the revolver. He cried out a word in Arabic. The boy flung the stone high into the blue. There was a sharp report, and it fell in splinters and was hidden by the water of the river. "Crumpet couldn't do that!" "Madame?" The exclamation had come involuntarily from Lady Wyverne's lips. "Crompetes-vous dites ?" "Au revoir, monsieur, and many thanks." She suddenly realized that she was losing her head, turned quickly away, .;:£/!f and began to walk towards the;~( village. The Spahi did not attempt to follow her. But he detained the guide for a moment, and spoke to him in Arabic. |
