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Show .. ~- -~ -j':N· -~ . :.·-.-.2.···:::'-'L.:-:..u:-> \1 ' . ·' __......---_;;- And that voice, enclos~d in this-::: 1':::- _ " . ~~ quisite casket of s1" 1 ence, seemed 'm - 1~"5-;~., ~ fluenced by it, seemed to be refined, : > ..d!l!!~~':!!i~:~. softened to a tenderness that was I •, ~"" ·pathetic, that was almost yearning. ~- ·-~The moon was coming up, thrusting its golden rim above the ebony silhouette of a great rock Lady Wyverne watched it almost breathlessly, as it rose with a mysterious steadiness, till its full circle was released from the fierce and dramatic shadow and was at liberty in the serene and starry sky. That prisoner at least was free. She looked across the court at the dark trees and at the road beyond. No one was upon it. She looked away to the dim shapes of the mountains. Her husband was somewhere among them. With the coming of the deep night a slight uneasiness that had been lurking in the under part of her mind.. . had disappeared. Sir Claude was certainly away irrevocably. And BenchaiUal ? A shadowy figure stole down the road, going towards the desert. It passed before she had had time to look at it closely, and disappeared into the moonlight. That it was an Arab she had seen. But that was alL The figure had seemed to be running. It fled as quickly, as silently as a shadow over a white sheet. Lady Wyverne was startled and held her breath for a moment. She \ even turned half round to the lighted room behind her, moved by a sudden feeling that there was danger in this solitude, that she had better go in -== from the veranda, close the persi- ~. ennes, and forget the strange magic 'without. But as she turned she again heard the Spahi singing, only -~~ just heard him. The voice was al ·~most a murmur, and she could not tell |