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Presently the servants brought out the tea-service The silent

dark-skinned Sikh, with his fierce curling whiskers, his flashing eyes,

the searb, topped by an enormous brown turban,

clailad to

have so to look at unembarrassedly He wanted to catch the Indian's

eye, but Rao had no glances to waste; he was concerned with the i the service

Courtlandt had never been a man to surrender to impulse It had been his

habit to for

the last four or fiveabout like a

weather-cock in April, the victi he would have laughed had any one prophesied his presence here He

had fought against the inclination strongly enough at first, but as hour

after hour went by his resolution weakened His an had been

a stroke of luck Still, he would have come anyhow

"Oh, yes; I a ave up Rao as hopeless so far as coan, despite his repugnance, to watch Nora

"It is always a little cold in the higher Alps"

"I a with

one of the English tennis players Not for nothing had she been called a

great actress, he thought It was not humanly possible that her heart was

under better control than his own; and yet his was pounding against his

ribs in aNever must he be left alone with