. The quest of the four-leaved clover, a story of Arabia; . his pistols and the silver hilt ofhis sword; a turban of red and yellow silk shadedhis eyes and added to the majesty of his handsome he was ! All hearts went out towardhim. Even Hamama, his mare, seemed proud tocarry such a master. She tossed her graceful headwith its rich golden trappings. Fire seemed to flashfrom her dilated nostrils. To see her start, prance,stop short, and again leap forward at Abdallahscommand, it would seem as if horse and riderwere one. 1 See, mistress! cried the girl, as she leanedupon the neck of he
. The quest of the four-leaved clover, a story of Arabia; . his pistols and the silver hilt ofhis sword; a turban of red and yellow silk shadedhis eyes and added to the majesty of his handsome he was ! All hearts went out towardhim. Even Hamama, his mare, seemed proud tocarry such a master. She tossed her graceful headwith its rich golden trappings. Fire seemed to flashfrom her dilated nostrils. To see her start, prance,stop short, and again leap forward at Abdallahscommand, it would seem as if horse and riderwere one. 1 See, mistress! cried the girl, as she leanedupon the neck of her camel. See his fine clothes,his slim fingers, his handsome eyes ! I think it is awoman in disguise, — the beauty of the tribe ! Say,camel driver, make her get up here with us. Thisis the place for her. 1 Be silent, infidel! said Abdallah, losing pa-tience. f Must we put a ring in your lips to stopyour tongue ? 1 Yes, it is a woman ! cried Kafur, laughingstill more boisterously. A man would not talk backlike that. Come, women should be friendly to each. Even Hamama, his mare, seemed proud to carry such a master1 96 NEW THOUGHTS 97 other. You are handsome, so am I ; but my mistressis the handsomest of the three. Look ! The eye is quicker than the thought. Abdallahraised his eyes to the litter. Kafur playfully tookhold of her mistresss veil, the frightened Leila drewback her head, the fastening gave way, the veil gave a scream and covered her face with herhands. It was all done in an instant. How beautiful she is ! thought Omar. Theshereef cannot have her. She shall belong to me. But Abdallah only murmured to himself, Gloryto him who has created so perfect a woman ! The caravan marched on, but the chief fell had hidden herself again within her mantle,yet there seemed to float before Abdallah the visionof her face. Hafiz, who brought up the rear, soon found hisnephew beside him. Surprised at the silence of theyoung chief, the shepherd approached him andtou
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