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Updated: May 31, 2025
Arlee saw a girl some years older than herself, a small, plump, rounded creature, with a flaunting and insouciant prettiness. Her eyes were dark and bright, her babyish lips were full and scarlet, her nose was whimsically uptilted. Dark hair curled closely to the vivid face and fell in ringlets over the white neck. "You don't know me?" she said in astonishment at Arlee's eyes of wonder.
Again the knocking, muffled but softly insistent, and Arlee's eyes, heavy with tardy sleep, came slowly open, resting blankly on the glittering strangeness of the room.
He added, with his fatal gift of truculent expression, "But that's perfectly absurd." "Why absurd?" Arlee's voice held careful calm. The flash in her eyes was hidden. Falconer made a gesture of extreme exasperation. To waste these precious moonlight moments in trifling debate was the very height of maddening futility. "Oh, the chap's a feather-headed adventurer.
"Not when you're camping in the desert." Again that funny little smile flitted over Arlee's face; not once did she glance at Billy, but for all her air of unconsciousness he felt that she was subtly sharing her thoughts with him and a quick spark of gladness flashed in him. Those had been three horrible days for Billy B. Hill.
"I am glad I know," she said. "Well, good-by, little one." The Viennese was standing outside now, softly closing the door. For a moment her face remained in the opening. "You will not tell Hamdi that I came no?" she demanded sharply, and then on Arlee's quick reassurance she nodded, whispered good-by again, and drew back her little face.
"It's all right, I tell you. It's been taken care of it's just a relic of Cairo." "Cairo!" Slowly Burroughs let fall the hand he had laid upon Billy's arm. "You do seem to be having a lively trip," he commented, grinning. "Here, hurry up, you rascals, hurry up with that big jug." Taking the large jar from them, he returned to the tomb, stopping abruptly at sight of Arlee's weary abandon.
"They must be very glad to have you back again with them," Falconer told her, trying hard to keep their progress ahead of the others. "Oh, I don't know!" Honest dubiety spoke in Arlee's tone. "They have mentioned twice how convenient it was to use my stateroom!" "They felt very badly when you ran away from them in Cairo."
And he found himself, for all his pre-occupation with the vision of Arlee's spring-like beauty, by no means displeased at the errand. A man must have something to do while he is waiting if he is to avoid last bottles! He would seek her out that very afternoon.
Arlee felt the girl's strange, hard scrutiny through the dark. Then she heard her draw a quick breath as if her eyes on Arlee's flower-like face had convinced her of something against all her sorry little reason. "Well, that is good then," she said. "Try to keep him off. What does he promise you?" "Promise me? He does not promise anything."
Her curious glance traveled slowly from Arlee's flushed and lovely face, under the rose-crowned hat, down over the filmy white gown and white-gloved hands clasping an ivory card case, to the small, white-shod feet and silken ankles.
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