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Show -~ -j.P -:?::.__: ' ;Ji - ·- \~'\;8.·>:cl:----~ There was almost a fierce ring in 1:;:-- ·""-- "x-\'~{ ,/.~?·'~V~"~~ her clear vot' ce t h a t was no 1o nger ~~~~ - '-~{.;;_~/petulant. · > ~:J, "But if your husband is going?" ' :.... ~ "'· "Perhaps I shall not go," she re- ~- -.~peated. "We women are not like women who are veiled. Western women are not slaves." "But he will do' what he chooses. I saw it in his eyes when I spoke with him by the river." " He is not my master." " I should be your slave." They were near the mouth of the gorge now, and were walking at the base of that mountain on whose summit was the rock shaped like a resting cameL "You must not speak to me like that," Lady Wyverne said. "I should be your slave," he repeated, as if he had not heard her. "But," she answered, with a fainthearted attempt to restore a light tone to their conversation-"but irl this lap,d it is the women who are like slaves." "The dark-skinned women! But you-you are fair. You are like a diamond, one of those diamonds you wear.'' His hand went out towards the swinging chain instinctively, but he drew it back, making a strong effort to control himself. "The dark men worship the fair women. You are like the silver moon. You are like the sun when it \ shines upon the great prayer after the fast of Ram-a-dan. When I see you I am looking at the East. Do you not know it?" All the time he spoke he was '2k watching her craftily. And yet he "'·was fiercely moved, and by a double desire of possession. Two hearts seem-"'= ed beating in his breast, the heart of a '~robber and the heart of a lover. The |