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Show XIII BENCHMLAL had already forgotten him. As the Spahi approached the inn his mind had gone to the woman within it, and the fires smouldering within him began to blaze up once more. Lady Wyverne and he had parted strangely by the river. He had been almost brutally imperious to her, recognizing the necessity of recalling her to herself after the hysterical terror which had taken possession of her. And she had not resented his tone authority at the time, but had him with a sort of quick eekness. She had washed her face in the 1;ver, had controlled her tears, and left him quietly, despite her dread of what might have happened in the inn. But all that was many hours ago. Benchaalal knew well that her mood :~was probably changed. The terror .1,,, that had assailed her would have van' ished with the departure of her husband on this fresh sporting expedition. And with the departure of terror there would be room in her mind and heart for other emotions. These emotions might well be inim- ' ' ical to him. , I At that thought a fierceness leaped t.,,.ll\ I up in the Spahi's heart, a fighting filf.R ( energy that was reckless. He forgot Sir Claude ~nally, dismissed him to the mountams and the Barbary sheep, to the hunting that was surely the only thing he cared for. Another hunting engrossed the Spahi, the sport that was the passion •os |