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Show For a moment her sense of relief was immense. She went nearer to him, intending to give him a kiss. But he happened to turn round just at the moment to look for one of the straw chairs they always sat in when they took breakfast or tea on the yeranda. Evidently he had not noticed her movement. Or had he seen it and wished to-? He found the chair, then leaned ·over the balustrade and shouted for "Are you tired?" Lady Wyverne said. "Yes, a bit." He tipped his chair back till two were off the floor, then let them then tipped the chair back " It was a longish ride." "I-I wonder you didn't stay at the inn." ,., "It was beastly dirty." She forced a laugh. Something in his manner made her uneasy. And then he had not kissed her. Nor had he once pronounced her nameKitty. Generally it, or its abbreviation, "Kit," was forever on his lips. "I didn't know you were afraid of roughing it," she said. "Well, I don't see the good of being uncomfortable when one can be comfortable." There was a pause. "No, of course not," she said. He was still tipping the chair to and fro. The movement irritated her nerves. She looked away. "Oh, here's breakfast!" she ex- //1 claimed. f' / The Arab who brought it was the same sleepy -looking boy who had accompanied Lady Wyverne on excursion to the red village. Hearranged the breakfast carefully and |