? ? ? ? "You are a Tarmangani," she replied. "The Mangani are covered with hair--you would call them apes."
? ? ? ? "Then Korak was a white man?" he asked.
? ? ? ? "Yes."
? ? ? ? "And he was--ah--your--er--your--?" He paused, for he found it rather difficult to go on with that line of questioning while the girl's clear, beautiful eyes were looking straight into his.
? ? ? ? "My what?" insisted Meriem, far too unsophisticated in her unspoiled innocence to guess what the Hon. Morison was driving at.
? ? ? ? "Why--ah--your brother?" he stumbled.
? ? ? ? "No, Korak was not my brother," she replied.
? ? ? ? "Was he your husband, then?" he finally blurted.
? ? ? ? Far from taking offense, Meriem broke into a merry laugh.
? ? ? ? "My husband!" she cried. "Why how old do you think I am? I am too young to have a husband. I had never thought of such a thing.
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