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Show there came to her a sickening horror in which the desert was condemned with the man. Tradition rushed back to the place in her nature from which her caprice had ousted it. Her heart clamored for the blessed protection of the commonplace which she had been rejecting, and the peculiar disgust which so many white-skinned people feel towards the dark races of the earth suddenly rose up in her, rose to the level of her husband's. All this vehement recoil of her the Spahi felt as it was born. right hand abandoned her hand joined its greedy brother on her jewels. The lover in him, rejected, became the parent of the passionate him long nights of impenetrable blackness, held a gun to his shoulder with a steady hand, his finger upon the trigger. One reason alone had prevented him from firing, a strange but tremendous indecision in his heart. He did not know whether he wished to shoot the woman or the man upon the road. While he waited, still as the rocks which concealed him, the woman started back from the Spahi, and the Spahi's hand left her hand and darted at her jewels. Then the man among the rocks knew. He moved slightly and he levelled his gun at the Spahi. But before he could fire there came upon the Spahi a rushing figure, whose bright-green robe showed clearly in the moonbeams; and the hands that clutched the diamonds broke the chain that united them, as the Spahi ,,, |