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Show "He is going after Barbary sheep to-morrow morning at three o'clock," said Lady Wyverne, rather sharply. The Spahi looked steadily into her pretty, blond face. "Barbary sheep!" he repeated. "Barbary sheep!" There was a note of pity in his voice. "May I put madame's cloak round her?" he added, after a pause. "I- I'm not going out," said Lady Wyverne. "But-the cloak?" he said, gravely. And he took it from her hands and, swiftly and gracefully, with an extraordinary deftness, put it round her. "Come, madame!" "But-" He opened the gate. "It is only five minutes. In a of an hour we are here and ,g England." He held the gate open. Lady Wyverne stepped out into the road. Next morning at three o'clock, :i]j when the stars were still shining, Lady Wyverne heard her husband - moving about heavily in his room. Presently he came to her door, opened it with elaborate caution, and passed :. in, holding a candle in his hand. A ~~ gun was slung over his shoulder. She lay still, with her eyes shut, and after ·1 a moment he shut the door and she heard him tramp down the stairs. l B His footsteps died away. Then she I'll f heard outside a faint sound of voices, ··~- the clatter of mules. He was gone. · . She sighed. She was asking her. self why she had feigned sleep. ~ But she did not answer her own question. "I hope he'll ,. have luck," she |