Actuated by
deliberate cruelty, and with the design of bringing about her death
from apparently natural causes, the Kazmah group had deprived her of
cocaine for so long a period that sanity, life itself, had barely
survived; but for so long a period that, surviving, she had outlived
the drug craving. Kazmah had cured her!
Monte Irvin turned to the tall fair girl who sat upon the arm of a
cane rest-chair beside Rita.
"But nothing can ever efface the memory of all you have done for Rita,
and for me," he said, "nothing, Mrs. Seton."
"Oh," said Margaret, "my mind was away back, and that sounded--so
odd."
Seton Pasha, who occupied the lounge-chair upon the broad arm of which
his wife was seated, looked up, smiling into the suddenly flushed
face. They were but newly returned from their honeymoon, and had just
taken possession of their home, for Seton was now stationed in Cairo.
He flicked a cone of ash from his cheroot.
"It seems to me that we are all more or less indebted to one another,"
he declared. "For instance, I might never have met you, Margaret, if I
had not run into your cousin that eventful night at Princes; and Gray
would not have been gazing abstractedly out of the doorway if Mrs.
Irvin had joined him for dinner as arranged.
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