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BYE-WAYS
by
ROBERT HICHENS
Author of "The Garden of Allah,"
"Bella Donna," etc.
New York
Dodd, Mead and Company
1914
Copyright, 1897,
By Dodd, Mead and Company.
CONTENTS
PAGE
THE CHARMER OF SNAKES 3
A TRIBUTE OF SOULS
Prelude 89
I. The Stranger by the Burn 90
II. The Soul of Dr Wedderburn 111
III. The Soul of Kate Walters 131
IV. The Soul of Hugh Fraser 142
V. The Return of the Grey Traveller 159
Written in conjunction with
Lord Frederick Hamilton.
AN ECHO IN EGYPT 171
THE FACE OF THE MONK 211
THE MAN WHO INTERVENED 237
AFTER TO-MORROW 267
A SILENT GUARDIAN 287
A BOUDOIR BOY 319
THE TEE-TO-TUM 343
BYE-WAYS
THE CHARMER OF SNAKES
I
The petulant whining of the jackals prevented Renfrew from sleeping. At
first he lay still on his camp bed, staring at the orifice of the bell
tent, which was only partially covered by the canvas flap let down by
Mohammed, after he had bidden his master good-night. Behind the tent the
fettered mules stamped on the rough, dry ground, and now and then the
heavy rustling of a wild boar could be heard, as it shuffled through the
scrub towards the water that lay in the hollow beyond the camp. The
wayward songs of the Moorish attendants had died into silence. They
slept, huddled together and shrouded in their djelabes. But their
wailing rapture of those old triumphant days when on the heights above
Granada, beneath the eternal snows, their brethren walked as conquerors,
had been succeeded by the cries of the uneasy beasts that throng the
mountains between Tangier and Tetuan. And Renfrew said to himself that
the jackals kept him from sleeping. He lay still and wondered if Claire
were awake in her tent close by. If so, if her dark eyes were unclouded,
what journeys must her imagination be making! She was so sensitive to
sound of any kind. A cry moved her sometimes with a swift violence that
alarmed those around her. The message of a note of music shut one door
on her soul, opened another, and let her in to strange regions in which
she chose to be lonely.
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