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that if you
REALLY loved me you would not wait for a sign, but you would just
COME!" She sighed proudly and contentedly. "And you came. You
understood that, didn't you?" she asked anxiously.
For an instant Ainsley stared blankly, and then to hide his guilty
countenance drew her toward him and kissed her.
"Of course," he stammered--"of course I understood. That was why I
came. I just couldn't stand it any longer."
Breathing heavily at the thought of the blunder he had so narrowly
avoided, Ainsley turned his head toward the great red disk that was
disappearing into the sands of the desert. He was so long silent that the
girl lifted her eyes, and found that already he had forgotten her
presence and, transfixed, was staring at the sky. On his face was
bewilderment and wonder and a touch of awe. The girl followed the
direction of his eyes, and in the swiftly gathering darkness saw coming
slowly toward them, and descending as they came, six great white
birds.

They moved with the last effort of complete exhaustion. In the
drooping head and dragging wings of each was written utter weariness,
abject fatigue. For a moment they hovered over the dahabiyeh and
above the two young lovers, and then, like tired travellers who had
reached their journey's end, they spread their wings and sank to the
muddy waters of the Nile and into the enveloping night.
"Some day," said Ainsley, "I have a confession to make to you."

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Davis

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