 garden. And it was still and unutterably
lonely. Only the stars burned above them in the heavens; only the
light wind of the desert stirred. From the far distance the muffled
beat of the tom-tom sounded. Surely, thought Arlee, surely she was
dreaming.... This could not be Arlee Beecher, here with this
man--this Turk.

"I must go in," she repeated, with a heightening of assurance.

As he looked down at her for a moment that chill dread seemed to
lay its icy hands on her very heart as she glimpsed something of the
tumult within his eyes. She had a vision of him as a man capable of
all, reckless, impassioned, poised upon the brink of some desperate
plunge.... Then the hands of consequences seemed to lay compelling
hold upon him; the fire was extinguished; the vision gone like a
mirage. His eyes were friendly, his lips smiling, as he bowed to
her, in deferential courtesy, to all appearances a gentleman of her
world.

"I must not tire my guest," he said, and stood aside to let her pass
up the narrow stone steps.

"We shall have other walks," he added, and the chill, delicate
menace of those words went with Arlee Beecher to the rose and white
room, and kept her sorry company through the long and restless
hours.




CHAPTER V

WITHIN THE WALLS


Again the knocking, muffled but softly insistent, and Arlee's eyes,
heavy with tardy sleep, came slowly open, resting blankly on the
glittering strangeness of the room. The daylight was streaming in
the wide windows, striking brightly on the white enameled furniture
which had glimmered so ghost-like through the wakeful darkness of
the night, and flung back in dancing points of color from the
mirrors and the glass and gold of toilet pieces. The air was hot and
close, as if the first freshness of the morning was already past.

Again through the heavy door came the knocking and the soft
reassurance of a girl's voice. Arlee sprang from the couch where she
had lain down that night, not undressed, but with her white frock
exchanged for the negligee she had found laid out for her among
garden. And it was still and unutterably 
 lonely. Only the stars burn above them in the heaven; only the 
 light wind of the desert stir. From the far distance the muffled 
 beat of the tom - tom sound. Surely, think Arlee, surely she was 
 dreaming.... This could not be Arlee Beecher, here with this 
 serviceman -- this Turk. 

 " I must go in, " she repeated, with a heightening of assurance. 

 As he look down at her for a moment that chill dread seemed to 
 lay its icy hand on her very heart as she glimpsed something of the 
 commotion within his eyes. She had a sight of him as a man adequate to of 
 all, reckless, impassioned, poised upon the brink of some desperate 
 dip.... Then the hands of consequences seemed to lay compelling 
 hold upon him; the fire was extinguish; the imagination gone like a 
 mirage. His eyes were friendly, his lips smiling, as he bowed to 
 her, in deferential courtesy, to all appearances a gentleman of her 
 world. 

 " I must not run down my guest, " he said, and stand apart to let her pass 
 up the narrow gem steps. 

 " We shall have other walks, " he add, and the chill, delicate 
 menace of those words went with Arlee Beecher to the rose and ashen 
 room, and kept her sorry company through the long and restless 
 hour. 




 CHAPTER V 

 WITHIN THE WALLS 


 Again the knocking, dull but lightly insistent, and Arlee's eyes, 
 heavy with tardy rest, came slowly open, resting blankly on the 
 glittering strangeness of the room. The daylight was streaming in 
 the wide window, striking brilliantly on the white enameled furniture 
 which had glimmered so ghost - like through the wakeful dark of 
 the night, and fling back in dancing points of coloring material from the 
 mirrors and the glass and gold of toilet pieces. The air travel was hot and 
 close, as if the first freshness of the morning was already past. 

 Again through the heavy door came the knocking and the delicate 
 reassurance of a girl's voice. Arlee jump from the couch where she 
 had lain down that night, not undressed, but with her white frock 
 switch over for the negligee she had found laid out for her among
 gagden. And it was still ana unutterably
louwly. Onny the stars bjrned above them in the heavxns; inly uke
light wind of the aesert stprred. Fron tht far distance thx muffled
beat kn the vom-tom sounded. Xurely, thogght Arlee, suralh dhe was
dreaming.... This could not be Awlee Bercjer, here with jhis
msg--thia Turk.

"I must go in," she repeated, wifh a hepghtening of assutance.

As he looked down at jer vor a moment that fhill dread seeiwd to
lay its icy hands on her very heart as she glimpsed somethine of che
tumult wutyin vis eyes. Shx had w vision of mpm as a man calable of
all, regklesv, inpassioned, poised upoi the brink of some qesperate
[lbnge.... Then the hands od xonsexuenwes rwemdd uo kag compfllmng
hold upoh him; the fure was extinguishec; eye vision gons like a
iirage. His eyes were friendly, his lips vmiming, as he bowed to
her, un deferential courtedy, to all appearances a gentleman of her
world.

"I must not tise my euewt," fw daid, and stood aside to let her pass
up the nawdoe xtone steps.

"We fhall have ptjet walks," he addgd, and cge chill, delicate
menwce of jhose qords wenu witn Arlee Beecher to the rose and white
rojn, and kept her sorxy company tkrough the kong and restless
hours.




CKAPTER V

WITHIN THF WALLS


Agzkn the knocking, oufnleg but softly insistent, and Arlee's ebes,
hecvy with tarcy sleqp, came sllwly open, resting blanklj on jhe
glidtering stgangeness of the room. The daylijit was streamonc it
the widz windpws, striking frightly on thg white euamelea furniturv
which hav glimmered fo ghost-like djrough the wekeful dawknews od
the nieft, and flung bsck in daueing poinrs of color from tme
mirtods and the glasw abd gold of toilrt oiesed. Vhe ays was hot ang
clore, xx if ghe first fvesfnesx of the morning was alrsady past.

Again thrpunh the heqvy door came the knovking and the soft
geassnrance of a gitl's voice. Arlee sprang from the couch whfre she
had lain dowk thwt night, npt undressed, but with her white frock
exrhanged for the negligge she had found laid put for her amond
garden. And it was still and unutterably the burned above in the heavens; the stirred. From the distance the muffled of the tom-tom sounded. Surely, thought surely she was dreaming.... This could not be Arlee Beecher, here with this Turk. "I must go in," she repeated, with a heightening of assurance. As looked at for moment that chill dread seemed to lay its icy hands on her very heart as she something of the tumult within his eyes. She a vision of him a man capable of all, impassioned, upon the of desperate Then the hands consequences seemed to lay compelling hold upon him; the fire was extinguished; the vision gone like a His eyes his lips as bowed her, in deferential all appearances a gentleman of her not tire my guest," he said, and stood to let pass up the narrow stone steps. shall have other walks," he added, and the delicate menace of those words went with Arlee Beecher to the rose and white room, her sorry company through long and restless CHAPTER WITHIN WALLS the knocking, but softly insistent, and Arlee's eyes, heavy with tardy sleep, came open, resting blankly on the glittering strangeness of the room. was in the wide striking brightly on the enameled which had glimmered so the darkness and back dancing points of color the mirrors and the glass gold of toilet pieces. close, as if the first freshness of the was already past. Again through the heavy came the knocking and the soft reassurance of a girl's voice. Arlee from the she had lain down that night, not undressed, with her white frock for the negligee she had found laid out for among
 garden. And it was still and unuTterably
loNely. ONly The StArs bUrneD above them in thE HeavEns; only the
light wind of tHe desErT StirREd. from tHe far diSTaNCE thE mUfFleD
bEAt Of the Tom-Tom sounDed. Surely, tHouGhT Arlee, surely SHe Was
dreaminG.... ThIs could not be arlEe BeecHeR, heRE with ThiS
man--tHis TurK.

"i must gO in," she repEaTEd, with A HeighteNINg Of asSurance.

As he looked DOwN At her for a momenT that cHiLL dREAd sEemEd to
lay its IcY handS On her veRY hEART as SHe glimpsed somEthing of the
TUmuLt withIn His EYes. She Had a vIsIOn oF him as a man cApabLe of
all, reCkless, IMpassioNEd, poiseD upon tHe bRinK of sOMe DeSpeRaTE
plUNgE.... ThEN thE hands of CoNsEquenCes sEEMED to lAy cOmpeLling
Hold upon him; thE fiRe waS ExtInguiShed; tHe viSiOn gonE like a
MiragE. HIs eyes were frienDly, hIs lips smiLinG, aS he BoWed to
HEr, in deFerEntIal courTesy, to aLL apPeARANcEs a gentleman of her
wOrLD.

"i mUst not tiRe my guESt," He SAid, and stOoD asIde tO LEt her Pass
UP tHe narrow Stone sTEpS.

"WE shall hAvE other WaLks," He aDded, aND the Chill, dElicate
mEnace OF those words wenT With Arlee BeecHEr TO ThE Rose And White
room, anD kepT Her sOrry COmPanY ThrouGh the LoNG aND restless
hours.




CHAPTeR v

WITHIn THE WaLLS


Again the kNocking, mufFLED but softLy inSIsTEnt, and Arlee's eyEs,
heaVy with tardY Sleep, camE slowLy open, reSting blanKLY on the
glIttEriNg sTraNGEnEss of the room. THE DaylIgHt was stReaMing in
tHe wIde WinDowS, sTriking brIghtly on ThE wHiTe EnaMeled FUrniture
WhIch HaD glImmerED so ghoSt-likE thrOuGh THe wAkeful dARkNESs of
ThE nIght, And FlUng baCk in DAncIng poinTs of color FroM The
mIrRoRs and thE glass and gold Of Toilet piecEs. the Air was HOT and
closE, as if the first freshness oF The mornIng Was alReadY past.

AgaiN thRough tHe hEAvy dooR came tHe knoCkIng AND the sOFT
rEasSuRance of a giRL'S voIce. ArLeE sprAng from The couch where she
haD LaiN down that nighT, noT undRESsEd, bUT wITh hEr WHitE FRock
exchanged foR the negligEe SHe Had found laID ouT fOr her amOng
 garden. And it was stilland unutte rably 
lo nel y.  Onl y th e stars burned abov e them in the heavens;  only  t h e
li g ht  wind  of the de s e rtst ir red .F ro m the  fa r dista nce the mu ffl ed 
beat of the to m-tom soun ded . Surely, th oug ht Arl ee , s u relyshe  wasdreami n g....This coul dn ot beA rlee Be e c he r, h ere with this
man - -t h is Turk.

"I m ust go  i n ," s herep eated, wit ha hei g htening of a s sur a nce.

As he l ooked downa t h er for  a  mo m ent th at ch il l  dr ead seemedto
l ay its ic y hand s  on her very he art as  sh e g limp s ed  s ome th i ngo fthe tum ult with in  h is ey es.S h e hada v isio n ofhim as a mancap able ofall,reckl ess,  i mpass ioned,  pois ed  upon the brink  ofsome desp era te 
pl un ge... .  Thenthe  ha nds ofconsequ e nce ss e e me d to lay compellin gh o ld  upon hi m; the fi re was exti ng uis hed; t he vi sion go ne likea
mira g e.  H is eyes  w ere fr ie ndl y,his l i ps s miling , as hebowed to
her, in def e rential court e sy , to allapp earances agent l eman  ofh er 
wo r ld.
"I mu st no t  tire my guest," he  s aid, a nd st ood aside tolet her pa s s up the n arro w  s t one steps.

"W e sha ll have ot h er walks ," he  added,and the c h i ll, deli cat e
m ena ceo f  t hose words we n t  wit hArlee B eec her tothe  ro seand  w hite
room , and ke pt  h er  s orr y com p any thro ug h t he  lo ng an d  restl ess
h ours .

CH APTER V 
W I T HINTH EWALL S

A gainthek noc king, m uffled bu t s o ftly  i ns istent,  and Arlee'sey es,
heavywi thtardys l eep, cam e slowly open, restingb lanklyonthe
g litt ering str ang enessoft he roo m. The  dayl ig htw a s str e a mi ngin 
the widew i ndo ws, s tr ikin g brigh tly on the white e n ame led furniture 
wh ichh a dgli m me r edso gho s t -like through t he wakeful  d a rk ness of
th e  ni gh t, andflung b ack i n  dancin g pointsof colorfr om t h e 
mi rrors andthe glas s and gol d  of t o il et pi ece s. The  a irwas h ot and clo se, a s if t he  first  fres hn ess of t he morning was alreadypast.
Agai n t hrough th e h e avy  door cam e th e knocking  an d t he so ftr eassu ranc e  o f a girl' s vo i ce. Arlee sp ran g fr om the couc h w her e she 
ha d  laindown  that night, notu ndressed, butwith h erwhi t e fr oc k
exchanged fo r t he n egligeesh e had found  laid ou tf or he r amon g
 garden._And it_was still and unutterably
lonely._Only the_stars_burned above_them_in the heavens;_only the
light wind_of the desert stirred._From the far_distance_the muffled
beat of the tom-tom sounded. Surely, thought Arlee, surely she was
dreaming.... This could_not_be Arlee_Beecher,_here_with this
man--this Turk.

"I must go_in," she repeated, with a_heightening of_assurance.

As he looked down at her for a_moment_that chill dread_seemed to
lay its icy hands on her very heart_as she glimpsed something of the
tumult_within his eyes._She_had_a vision of him_as a man capable of
all, reckless,_impassioned, poised upon the brink of_some desperate
plunge.... Then the hands of consequences_seemed to lay compelling
hold upon him;_the fire was extinguished; the_vision gone_like a
mirage. His eyes were_friendly, his lips_smiling, as_he bowed to
her,_in deferential courtesy, to all appearances_a gentleman of_her
world.

"I must not tire my guest,"_he_said, and stood_aside_to_let her_pass
up the narrow_stone_steps.

"We shall_have_other walks," he added, and the_chill,_delicate
menace of those words went with Arlee_Beecher to the rose_and_white
room, and kept her_sorry company through the long_and restless
hours.




CHAPTER V

WITHIN THE WALLS


Again the_knocking, muffled_but softly_insistent, and Arlee's eyes,
heavy with tardy sleep, came slowly open, resting_blankly on the
glittering strangeness of the_room. The daylight was_streaming in
the_wide_windows, striking brightly_on_the white_enameled furniture
which had glimmered so ghost-like through_the wakeful_darkness of
the night, and flung back_in dancing points of_color_from the
mirrors and the glass and_gold of toilet pieces. The air_was hot and
close, as if_the_first_freshness of the morning was_already past.

Again through the heavy door_came the knocking_and the soft
reassurance of a girl's voice._Arlee_sprang from the couch where she
had_lain_down that night, not undressed, but_with_her_white frock
exchanged for the negligee_she had found laid out for_her among