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Show that she did not really care for the Spahi, yet whenever she was with him he forced her, as it were, into his atmosphere. Some men have this power. They spread a magic carpet. They carry you away, out of your window, over the tree-tops, over the seas, far off to the strange lands, where the voices are strange and the flowers stra;ge, and you lose your identity and become as the strange people are. Again Lady Wyverne smelt the that emanated from his garShe stopped. "Where are we going?" she said. "I told you I would not walk with you to-night." "Madame, it is the last time. Tomorrow you go, and I-I go on my three days' journey into the desert. You will never come there. You will take the train to-morrow. You will It is good-bye." "Yes, it is good-bye." Again she felt tempted. A longing to taste, just to taste, the mysterious African life assailed her, and her own existence presented itself to her as ineffably commonplace, insufferably empty. It was safe; yes, protected, but it was frightfully tame. Again she was the child tempted by the Celestial's pigtail. "I know; but-" "You must at least say good-bye to the desert, madame." "But-what do you mean? We are not going to England to-morrow .. We are going on to Beni-Mora tomorrow.'' Benchat'tlal said nothing. ed at her in silence, but in his eyes there seemed to be a sort of ironical pity and surprise. "Why-why do you like that?" she said. "But-madame does not '" |