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Its marble floors and walls of carved stone were not utterly obliterated though only owls and flying-foxes made it their dwelling-place. Natives regarded it with superstitious awe and seldom approached it. But Europeans all looked upon it as the most beautiful corner within reach, and had it been nearer to Kurrumpore, it would have been a far more frequented playground than it was.
Tommy was by that time making good progress, and Stella, who till then had snatched her rest when and how she could, gave her charge into Peter's keeping and went to bed for the first time since her arrival at Kurrumpore. Till she actually lay down she did not realize how utterly worn out she was, or how little the odd hours of sleep that she had been able to secure had sufficed her.
Their course became easier, and Stella realized that they were nearing the end of their journey. They were approaching the native portion of Kurrumpore. She turned to the silent man beside her. "Is Tommy expecting me?" she asked. He did not answer her immediately; then, "He was practically unconscious when I left," he said. He put on speed with the words.
I always think that we ought to live more circumspectly here at Bhulwana than down at Kurrumpore. And if I may be allowed to say so your husband is such a good, kind man, so indulgent, it seems unfair to take advantage of it." "Oh, is he?" laughed Netta. "How ill you know my doughty Richard! Why, it's half the fun in life to make him mad.
"Are you," he said calmly, "trying to establish any connection between the death of Dacre and the absence from Kurrumpore of this man Rustam Karin?" "Not only Rustam Karin, sir," responded the Major sharply. "Ah! Quite so. How did Dacre die?" Sir Reginald still spoke quietly, judicially. There was nothing encouraging in his aspect.
An ominous calm prevailed at Khanmulla during the week that followed the conviction of Ermsted's murderer and the disappearance of the Rajah. All Markestan seemed to be waiting with bated breath. But, save for the departure of the women from Kurrumpore, no sign was given by the Government of any expectation of a disturbance.
The grimness of his face startled her. "To Kurrumpore?" she asked quickly. "Is there something wrong?" "Not yet," he said curtly. "Don't you worry! I shall be back as soon as possible." "Let me come too!" she said. He shook his head. "No. Go and rest!" He was gone with the words, striding swiftly down the path. As he passed out on to the road, he broke into a run.
Monck took up his abode at the Club before the brief winter season brought the angels flitting back from Bhulwana to combine pleasure with duty at Kurrumpore. Stella accepted his departure without comment, missing him when gone after a fashion which she would have admitted to none.
And she would not need to leave her husband now. That thought set her very heart a-singing. Monck said but little upon the subject. He was more non-committal than ever in those days. Everyone said that Udalkhand was healthier and cooler than Kurrumpore and he did not contradict the statement. But yet Stella came to perceive after a time something in his silence which she found unsatisfactory.
"I hate writing letters myself. Beastly dull work." "Perhaps you will excuse me while I read mine," said Mrs. Ralston. Stella smiled at her. "Oh do! Perhaps there will be some interesting news of Kurrumpore in it." "News of Monck perhaps," suggested Tommy. "There's a fellow who never writes a letter.
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