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Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider), 1856-1925

"She"

Give me no thanks, who am made happy by thy
coming."
"Humph! old fellow," said Leo aside to me in English, "the lady is very
civil. We seem to have tumbled into clover. I hope that you have made
the most of your opportunities. By Jove! what a pair of arms she has
got!"
I nudged him in the ribs to make him keep quiet, for I caught sight of a
gleam from Ayesha's veiled eyes, which were regarding me curiously.
"I trust," went on Ayesha, "that my servants have attended well upon
thee; if there can be comfort in this poor place, be sure it waits on
thee. Is there aught that I can do for thee more?"
"Yes, oh _She_," answered Leo hastily, "I would fain know whither the
young lady who was looking after me has gone to."
"Ah," said Ayesha: "the girl--yes, I saw her. Nay, I know not; she
said that she would go, I know not whither. Perchance she will return,
perchance not. It is wearisome waiting on the sick, and these savage
women are fickle."
Leo looked both sulky and distressed at this intelligence.


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