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The mouths opened wider, the hands waved more frantically, and all the dark eyes gleamed with the light of greed. "Will you help me?" he said to Domini. "Of course. What fun!" Her eyes were gleaming too, but with the dancing fires of a gay impulse of generosity which made her wish that the bag contained her money. He filled her hands with coins. "Choose whom you will. And now, Monsieur!"

A mournful silence welcomed Guespin's declaration. What, he confessed it! M. Domini had at least the good taste not to exult; he kept still, and yet this avowal surprised him beyond all expression. M. Lecoq alone, although surprised, was not absolutely put out of countenance.

"Where's my maid?" "She got away before us with your guide, Madame." He held up his hands and looked at them hard, eagerly, questioningly. "You weren't hurt?" He dropped his hands quickly. "Oh, no, it wasn't " He broke off the sentence and was silent. Domini stood still, drew a long breath and laughed. She still felt angry and laughed to control herself.

He takes the orders for the wines made at the monastery, and for for the what I made, Domini, when I was there." She thought of De Trevignac and the fragments of glass lying upon the ground in the tent at Mogar. "Had De Trevignac " she said in a low, inward voice. "He had seen me, spoken with me at the monastery. When Ouardi brought in the liqueur he remembered who I was."

He walked like a man hemmed in by walls, yet around him were the infinite spaces. The effect was singularly unpleasant upon Domini. All things in the desert, as she had already noticed, became almost terribly significant, and this peculiar activity seemed full of some extraordinary and even horrible meaning. She watched it with straining eyes.

Domini set her chair once more in front of the sluggish stream, while honest Mustapha bounded, with motions suggestive of an ostentatious panther, to get the coffee. Androvsky followed her after an instant of hesitation. "Do smoke," she said. He lit a small cigar with difficulty.

What had been an almost cold strength in her went to increase the completeness of this yielding to one stronger than herself. What had seemed boyish and almost hard in her died away utterly under the embrace of this fierce manhood. "Domini," he spoke, whispering while he kissed her, "Domini, the fire's gone out. It's dark." He lifted her a little in his arms, still kissing her.

Near the mouth were two faint lines that made Domini think of physical suffering, and also of mediaeval knights. Despite the glory of the sunshine there seemed to be a shadow falling across the face.

"I am a free man, and can do as I will. No one has any right no one!" Domini felt as if the words were meant for her, as if he had struck her. She was so angry that she did not trust herself to speak, and instinctively she put her hand up to her breast, as a woman might who had received a blow. She touched something small and hard that was hidden beneath her gown.

"Boris," she said, "I feel as if your thoughts were being conveyed to me by your touch. Perhaps the solitudes are best." By a simultaneous impulse they pulled in their horses and listened. Sounds came to them over the sands, thin and remote. They could not tell what they were, but they knew that they heard something which suggested the distant presence of life. "What is it?" said Domini.