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The war the tent when Diana awoke from the deep

sleep of exhaustion that had been almost insensibility, awoke to

ilance around

the big room assured her that she was alone She sat up slowly, her

eyes shadoith pain, looking listlessly at the luxurious

appointments of the tent She looked dry-eyed, she had no tears left

They had all been expended when she had grovelled at his feet iht until the unequal

struggle had left her exhausted and helpless in his aronised ache from the brutal hands that forced her

to coeous spirit was crushed by the

realisation of her oerlessness, and by the strange fear that the

man himself had awakened in her, which had driven her at last

to her knees And the recollection of her abject prayers and weeping

supplications filled her with a burning shae had broken down; even her pride had failed

her

She wound her arainst them

"Coward! Coward!" she whispered fiercely Why had she not scorned him?

Or why had she not suffered all that he had done to her in silence? It