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Under the awning of the tent Diana was waiting for Gaston and the horses, pulling on her thick riding-gloves nervously. She was wrought up to the utmost pitch of excitement. Ahmed Ben Hassan had been
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Under the awning of the tent Diana was waiting for Gaston and the horses, pulling on her thick riding-gloves nervously. She was wrought up to the utmost pitch of excitement. Ahmed Ben Hassan had been
The night grew hotter and the atmosphere more oppressive. Wrapped in a thin silk kimono Diana lay very still on the out…
It was evening when Diana opened drowsy and heavy eyes, a bitter taste in her mouth from the effects of the drug that S…
Slowly and painfully, through waves of deadly nausea and with the surging of deep waters in her ears, Diana struggled b…
Diana came into the living-room one morning about a week after the arrival of the Vicomte de Saint Hubert. She had expe…
Diana was sitting on the divan in the living-room of the tent lingering over her petit dejeuner , a cup of coffee poise…
"A month! Thirty-one days! Oh, God! Only thirty-one days. It seems a lifetime. Only a month since I left Biskra. A…
The warm sunshine was flooding the tent when Diana awoke from the deep sleep of exhaustion that had been almost insensi…
The promised send-off had been enthusiastic. The arrangements for the trip had been perfect; there had been no hitch an…
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