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Show alive. You are dozing. And hehe is fast asleep." "He-who?" she said, startled by his tone. "Milord, your husband. But though you are dozing, you are not asleep. You could be awake as I am awake. You could be alive as I am alive, if only-" He stopped speaking and looked down at her. "If only-what?" "If only you were not afraid of alive and of feeling joy." seemed to tower over her. He stretched out one arm and the t cloak made him look vast in night, vast and enveloping. The that came from the folds of " For you are afraid," he said. "You are very much afraid." At that moment there was a shrill cry in the darkness of the gorge, a cry that sounded half human, half animal. Lady Wyverne started and instinctively clung to the Spahi's arm. Instantly the warm folds of his cloak were round her. The cry rose up once more, shrill, prolonged, and nearer. Then out of the gorge, into the moonlight that lay upon the road, there came a man capering and running. His face was fair and pale, like the face of a Christ in a picture, with a curling, yellow-brown beard and vacant, restless, blue eyes. In his thin hands he held an enormous staff. was dressed in bright green, and on his head there was a green-and-red turban. 1 "Allah!" he shrieked, whirling the staff round and round, then pointing it suddenly to left and right. "Allah! 1 Allah! Al-" 43 |