Desert Love by Joan Conquest
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about her as she stood waiting for the next move in the exceedingly
dangerous game in which she was taking part. The silence was absolutely deathly until the oriental broke it, smiling the while as he might on a rebellious child. "If you make a noise you will bring women and servants, and perhaps my friends, packing to the door from the most distant corners of the house. They do not know that you are here as I brought you in by a secret door and private way, also no one is allowed to place foot in my own quarter of the house without my permission, with the exception of the guardian of the big door itself, but their curiosity would outweigh their prudence if they heard cries, for their delight is unbounded when trouble reigns between their friend or master and a _woman_. If you bite and kick and scratch I shall have you overpowered and bound to _your_ great sorrow, and _their_ greater delight. It has been written that you shall be one of those whom I honour with my favour, why then try to fight against that which is ordained?" Jill answered never a word, contenting herself with keeping a watch on the man's movements, though to the very innermost part of her she longed to fling herself upon him to mutilate or to kill. "We will have coffee, O! very lovely daughter of the North, and consider this little matter settled even before we were born. Does my suggestion find favour in those eyes which are as the sky at night?" But for all answer Jill moved round the couch and sat herself down upon the satin cushions, opened her hand-bag, and finding her cigarette case lit a cigarette. |
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