The Ivory Child by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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and her 'cousin,' a stalwart person like a soldier, standing in front of
us. "'Little girl go ill,' said the elder Arab. 'We seek policeman.' "'You drop that child,' answered the 'cousin,' doubling his fists. Then I grew faint again, and when I came to myself the two white-robed men had gone. All the way home my governess scolded me for accepting sweets from strangers, saying that if my parents came to know of it, I should be whipped and sent to bed. Of course, I begged her not to tell them, and at last she consented. Do you know, I think you are the first to whom I have ever mentioned the matter, of which I am sure the governess never breathed a word, though after that, whenever we walked in the gardens, her 'cousin' always came to look after us. In the end I think she married him." "You believe the sweet was drugged?" I asked. She nodded. "There was something very strange in it. It was a night or two after I had tasted it that I had what just now I called my awakening, and began to think about Africa." "Have you ever seen these men again, Miss Holmes?" "No, never." At this moment I heard Lady Longden say, in a severe voice: "My dear Luna, I am sorry to interrupt your absorbing conversation, but we are all waiting for you." |
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