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Adam was gathering the tools which he'd been using, which after the manner of all workmen had been

scattered about, when he noticed that several black snakes had crawled out from the heap of stones and were gathering around him.

This naturally occupied his mind and he was not thinking of anything else when he noticed Nady Arabella, who'd open the door of the carriage,

slipped from it in a quick gliding motion.

She was already among the snakes when he called out to warn her.

But there seemed to be no need of warning.

The snakes had turned or were wriggling back to the mound as quickly as they could.

He laughed to himself behind his teeth as he whispered.

No need to fear there. They seemed much more afraid of her than she is of them.

At the same time he began to beat in the ground with a stick

which was lying close to him with the instinct of one used to such vermin. In an instant he was alone

beside the mound with Lady Arabella who appeared quite unconcerned at the incident.

Then he took a long look at her and her dress alone was sufficient to attract attention.

She was clad in some kind of soft white stuff which cl close to her form showing to the full

every movement of her sinuous figure. She wore a close fitting cap of some fine

fur of dazzling white. Quoed around her white throat was a large necklace of emeralds, whose profusion of colour

dazzled when the sun shone on them.

Her voice was peculiar, very low and sweet and so soft that the dominant note was of syllabation.

Her hands, too, were peculiar long, flexible, white with a strange movement as of waving

gently to and fro.

That was a paragraph, very little. to and fro.

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