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He looked across the divan at her, and the change that the last few

hours had orous

boyishness that had been so characteristic was gone Her sli chair, her white face with the newwith duh he resented the change he wished it

could have gone further The restraint she was putting on herself was

unnatural She asked no questions and she shed no tears He could have

borne theuish of her face He feared

the results of the e silence

Henri came in once and Diana roused herself to ask for Gaston, and then

relapsed into silent watchfulness again She sighed once, a long

quivering sigh that nearly broke Saint Hubert's heart He rose and bent

over the Sheik with his fingers on his wrist, and as he laid the

nerveless hand down again she leaned nearer and covered it with her

own

"His hand is so big for an Arab's," she said softly, like a thought

spoken aloud unconsciously

"He is not an Arab," replied Saint Hubert with sudden, ilish"

Diana looked up at him swiftly with utter bewilderment in her startled

eyes "I don't understand," she faltered "He hates the English"

"Quand-lish peers His