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Show _ and wonderful lives among t~~~ _..,_ "~'~·I~ shadows. She descended W"ith th e 1~'5-::_.., · .....,.--.·;,~;:,_,,~: guide into the green fas.tnesses of ~he j ;;,. -~~-·grove, and the Arab boys melody d1ed ...,. ~ ... away in the embraces of the sun. .... - -~. Presently the river made a curve, and she perceived that to gain the red village she must cross it. She glanced about for stepping- stones, but could see none. "How do we get across?" she asked the Arab. "I shall carry madame. But we must go a little lower down. The water is deep here." They went on slowly over the uneven brown earth among the wrinkled trunks. Lady Wyverne looked more closely than before at her attendant. He was quite a boy, with small limbs, delicate hands. She looked at the running water. "You will never be able to carry me," she said. "Oh yes, madame. And if you fall you will not be drowned." She could not help laughing at his nonchalance, but his answer hardly reassured her . "Is it much farther-the ford, I mean?" she asked. "Where that apricot-tree leans over the water, madame." He pointed. As he did so a figure came out from the recesses of the grove and stood quite still beneath the fruit tree. "There is Benchaalal!" said the guide. \ "Benchaalal ?" "The Spahi." Lady Wyverne shaded her eyes with one hand. """" "Who is he?" she asked, care- ~-_lessly. But she had recognized the comnight walks, and her |