"That dog can solve this riddle!" he kept muttering. Then he would
glare at Ruth impatiently and execrate the squeamishness of women.
Ruth sat on the divan with her face between her hands, trying to
force herself to realize the full extent of her predicament and beat
back the feeling of hysteria that almost had her in its grip. The
priest lay quiet. He was in a torture of discomfort on the upturned
table, but he preferred not to give the Risaldar the satisfaction
of knowing it. He eased his position quietly from time to time as
much as his bandages would let him, but he made no complaint.
Suddenly, Ruth looked up. It had occurred to her that she was wasting
time and that if she were to fight off the depression that had seized
her she would be better occupied.
"Mahommed Khan," she said, "if I am to leave here on horseback, with
you or with an escort, I had better collect some things that I would
like to take with me. Let me in that room, please!"
"The horse will have all that it can carry, heavenborn, without a
load of woman's trappings.
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