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Show where it came from. But she knew that he was waiting, that he had seen her that he was calling her. Once again, as so many times in her life, the hands, the light but wilfully obstinate hands of caprice took hold of her. And she was so afraid of resisting them-knowing that to-night there was alive within her a something that was cautious, that was even afraid-that she yielded abruptly to their guidance. Without pausto catch up a cloak, she went softly out of her room, down the dark staircase, and out into the court· yard. XIV BENCHAALAL, who was beneath the veranda, smiled when he saw Lady Wyverne come into the court and look swiftly round her. For a moment he did not move, but watched the little, slight figure in its red dress, the sparkle of the thin chain of diamonds in the moonlight. How dainty and elfin she looked, how different from the terrified woman by the river! She crossed the court, going towards the Judas-trees. He came out and joined her. When she saw him she said, in a low voice: "Did you see that man go past?" "Madame?" "' ./.· |