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For the first time a shadow had risen between hi to him since, as a lad of fifteen, he

had co Frenchman, as three

years his senior He realized that since the night of Raoul's arrival

he had been seething with insensate jealousy He had relied on the

Western tendencies that prorained Orientalish the

superficial veneer He was jealous of every word, every look she gave

Saint Hubert Pride had prevented an open rupture with the Vico, but he had ridden away filled with a cold rage that had

augmented every hour and finally driven hi with a recklessness that had been apparent even to his

alone absorbed in his work had in part

allayed his suspicions, and he had gone on into the other rooed to a sudden chill at its

eht hoirl meant to him A latent anxiety crept into his eyes

He went out under the awning and clapped his hands, and a servant

answered the suave an order and waited,

his hands thrust into the folds of his waist-cloth and his teeth

clenched on a cigarette that he had forgotten to light

Saint Hubert joined him "What do you think?" he asked, with a touch of

diffidence