British -- Egypt -- Fiction; Egypt -- Fiction; Kidnapping -- Fiction; Love stories
She breathed more freely now that he was gone, flinging up her head and
jerking her shoulders back with an angry determination to conquer the
fear that made her ashamed. Natural curiosity had been struggling with
her other emotions, and she gave way to it now to try and turn the
channel of her thoughts from the fixed direction in which they tended,
and wandered round the big room. The night before she had taken in
nothing of her surroundings, her eyes had been held only by the man who
had dominated everything. Here, also, were the same luxurious
appointments as in the sleeping-room. She had knowledge enough to
appreciate that the rugs and hangings were exquisite, the former were
Persian and the latter of a thick black material, heavily embroidered
in silver. The main feature of the room was a big black divan heaped
with huge cushions covered with dull black silk. Beside the divan,
spread over the Persian rugs, were two unusually large black bearskins,
the mounted heads converging. At one end of the tent was a small
doorway, a little portable writing-table. There were one or two Moorish
stools heaped with a motley collection of ivories and gold and silver
cigarette cases and knick-knacks, and against the partition that
separated the two rooms stood a quaintly carved old wooden chest.
Though the furniture was scanty and made the tent seem even more
spacious than it really was, the whole room had an air of barbaric
splendour. The somber hangings gleaming with thick silver threads
seemed to Diana like a studied theatrical effect, a setting against
which the Arab's own white robes should contrast more vividly; she
remembered the black and silver waistcloth she had seen swathed round
him, with curling scornful lip. There was a strain of vanity in all
natives, she generalised contemptuously. Doubtless it pleased this
native's conceit to carry out the colour scheme of his tent even in his
clothes, and pose among the sable cushions of the luxurious divan to
the admiration of his retainers. She made a little exclamation of
disgust, and turned from the soft seductiveness of the big couch with
disdain.
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