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Show 'two controlling p::tssions of the Arab were simultaneously alive within him. At that moment he was capable of falling at Lady Wyverne's feet and giving up his life to her, if she would yield to him. But he was also capable of murdering her for the chain of jewels at her neck if she resisted him. And this is only to say that he was Arab. Yet though Benchail.lal was on fire at this moment and knew not what was going to do, what deed of or of terror, he never ceased be watchful of his companion. His waited for the moment when face should giv.e him a sign that might dare all. She had seen his dusky hand go towards the diamonds, and for instant had felt a thrill of somethat was like repugnance or fear. But it vanished. For told herself that the gesture was an absolutely natural one, according with the comparison he made. Nevertheless, there had been something in the look of his hand, as it darted out from the folds of his garments, which had startled her and left her more highly strung than she had been before. He knew that, and his following speech had been deliberately languid, like the speech of a poet of the tents. "Do you not know it?" he repeated, going a little closer to her, so his swinging cloak touched her gently as he walked. "I turn towards Mecca when I pray at dawn, but I turn to you when I pray at night. And you, will hear my prayer?" "Hush!" she said. . She spoke quietly, reprobation. As she was going to see a last vision of the desert, there I was· no reason, surely, why she should 1 not listen for the last time to the |