By this fire you shall tell me all: your words and Syed Abdulla's words; and listening to you I shall forget the three days--because I am good.

Tell me--am I good ?" He said "Yes" dreamily, and she ran off towards the big house.
When she came back, balancing a roll of fine mats on her head, he had replenished the fire and was ready to help her in arranging a couch on the side of it nearest to the hut.

She sank down with a quick but gracefully controlled movement, and he threw himself full length with impatient haste, as if he wished to forestall somebody.

She took his head on her knees, and when he felt her hands touching his face, her fingers playing with his hair, he had an expression of being taken possession of; he experienced a sense of peace, of rest, of happiness, and of soothing delight.

His hands strayed upwards about her neck, and he drew her down so as to have her face above his.