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Commissioner took it in hand, did not for the moment occur to him. That night Saidie danced for him in the moonlight, and afterwards ran from him swiftly, playing at hide-and-seek amongst the roses laughing, inviting his pursuit. In and out behind the great clumps of boughain-villia gleamed the lovely form, with hair unbound falling like a mantle to the waist.
He turned round to Saidie as the camel slowly and majestically entered the compound gate, and saw her clearly framed in the soft silver light; all this wondrous beauty round them seemed to be to her beauty but as the harmonies that in an opera float round the central air. And she smiled as he turned upon her.
He bent forward and dragged the old woman up by her arms. "Take this for yourself now," he said, putting a hundred-rupee note into her hand, "and make no more difficulty. Take every care of Saidie, and you will have your two thousand rupees very shortly."
Gartney and Faith were busy packing boxes to go to Kinnicutt. Only a passing shade had been flung on the project which seemed to brighten into sunshine, otherwise, the more they looked at it, when Mrs. Gartney suddenly said, after a long "talking over," the second evening after the proposal had been first broached: "But what will Saidie say?"
To Saidie, cradled in his arms, looking upwards to his face above her, its beauty distinct in the soft light, feeling his heart beating against her side, it seemed as if her happiness was too great for the human frame to bear, as if it must dissolve, melt into nothingness, against his breast, and her spirit pass into the great desert solitudes, dispersed, almost annihilated, in the agony and ecstasy of love.
As he entered the house, Miss Saidie looked out from the dining-room doorway and beckoned in a stealthy fashion with the hen-house key. "He has been hunting everywhere for you," she whispered, "and I told him you'd gone for a little stroll along the road." An expression of anger swept over Will's face, and he made a helpless gesture of revolt.
"I found him in the road," she returned, "and I'm going to keep him. I saved him from the hounds." "Well, it seems to me you might have got a prettier one," remarked Miss Saidie, as she went down to mix the liniment. It was several mornings after this that Fletcher, coming into the dining-room where Maria sat at a late breakfast, handed her a telegram, and stood waiting while she tore it open.
The bright flower-beds and the calm white pillars were all in sunshine, and Miss Saidie, with a little, green wateringpot in her hand, was sprinkling a tub of crocuses beside the steps. "You look flustered, Brother Bill," she observed, as Fletcher threw the reins to a Negro servant and came up to where she stood.
"If the Sahib gives it to me I shall like it," replied Saidie, smiling at him over the delicate golden glass: it threw its light upwards into her great gleaming eyes, and Hamilton kissed the little hand that put the glass gently down on the table again.
"How could I not be contented when I had my lord to think about, his love of last night, his love of the coming night?" Hamilton sighed and smiled at the same time. "English wives need more than that to make them content," he answered. "English wives," repeated Saidie, with her laugh like the sound of a golden bell; "what do they know of love?" "Not much certainly, I think," replied Hamilton.
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