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Show the road towards the desert. He had on his scarlet cloak, which floated out majestically as he walked. He did not glance up at them. His dark face was very calm and tranquil, and he looked like a man perfectly contented with himself and all the world. Lady Wyverne only glanced at him, but Sir Claude watched him until he was lost to sight at a bend in the road. "That's a fine looking chap!" he said. "I think the Arabs are a handsome set," Lady Wyverne answered. "But he's the most striking of the lot. Don't you think so?" "Is he? I dare say." Instinctively she had replied evasively, with an elaborate carelessness. had she done so, however, it occurred to her that it would been more subtle, more really have ..a. greed with him heartily. She was always ac.,c.u:>evmed to speak her thoughts, to express her whims frankly before Crumpet. She had often openly raved to him about other men's looks. It have seemed far more natural ~ more like herself, to do so now. ' it was too late. Besides, she could - not. "I spoke to the feller this morning," resumed Sir Claude, leaning on balustrade in an easy attitude and puffing wreaths of smoke away into the sun. 1 "This morning!" Lady Wyverne . 1\11 exclaimed, with a careful intonation { I of astonishment. "When?" l"iif'lf Sir Claude took his cigar from his mouth and smoothed the leaf at the end with his finger. "When I was riding in." "He-he was up already at that hour?" She felt like an actress at a re••• |