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the barren plain, brown, desolate, drear, offering in all its wide

expanse no hopeful proestion even of

water, excepting a fringe of irregular trees, barely discernible

against the horizon That lorn, deserted waste, shi beneath the

sun-rays, the heat waves already beco manifest above the

rock-strewn surface, presented ahis aching eyes frolare, the ain into lines

of stern deter

back her heavy hair with one hand, and looking up into his face with

eyes that read at once his disappointment

"Have--have you any water left?" she asked at last, her lips parched

and burning as if frootten at his side "There h scarcely reaze froed to ht to be water there in plenty, and

possibly wehis shoulder, and swaying a little

fro in the

direction he pointed