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Show r.. - - -- .· . ·-~;. \~' -~~- "Crumpet, haven't y~~ had eno~gh I; .--.... ~ ~~ sport?" 1~ • "Enough-how d' you mean?'' : > "Aren't you tired of killing things ?'' J , She thought she saw an expression ~-~.of blank surprise come into his face, but she was not quite certain. The gloom prevented her from being certain. "Tired of killin' things? Why?" "Wouldn't you rather make things live, things that aren't really alive? Wouldn't you, Crumpet?" "What d' you mean, Kitty? Make things live! I ain't Providence." "No, but-" " Stop a sec-" He laid one hand on her arm. "Isn't that Achmed bringing out the mules? I say, what is the time? We're goin' farther into the mountains to-day." "Must you go? Must you go so far?" "Well, Achmed says-" s6 "I don't want to hear about Achmed. He's a great, ugly, horrid creature." "Ugly! What's it matter if he's ugly? Why, he's the very deuce for knowin' where the-" "Don't say Barbary sheep, Crumpet! For mercy's sake, don't say Barbary sheep!" "Well, but it's Barbary sheep we're gain' after. What's the matter with you, Kitty?" "I could never explain so that you could understand." "Ee-ya! Ee-ee-ya!" \ There came a cry from below, a stamping of hoofs upon stone. Sir Claude sprang up. "Jove, it is Achmed! I must get = into my togs! I say, Kitty-" - """"--. But she had glided away like a shadow and left him. When he was dressed he came out ·.~onto the veranda and found her there, - -~ 57 |