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But it can’t be. She doesn’t ride. She can never have been able to afford a horse.
She’s on a camel. She’ll be here in a moment. [He goes to door.] Hurry up with that hair; she’s dismounted.
O, Lord! What’s the chaperon like?
O, she’s attending to that herself.
Attending to it herself? What do you mean?
I expect she’ll attend to most things.
[Enter Hafiz el Alcolahn in doorway of tent, pulling back flap a little.]
Who are you?
I show the gracious lady to your tent.
[Enter Miralda Clement, throwing a smile to Hafiz.]
Hullo, Mr. Beal.
Er—er—how do you do?
[She looks at Archie.]
O, this is my brother—Miss Clement.
Miranda and Archie Beal
How do you do?
I like this country.
I’m afraid I hardly expected you.
Didn’t you?
No. You see er—it’s such a long
way.
And wasn’t it very expensive?
Well, the captain of the ship was very kind to me.
O! But what did you do when you landed?
O, there were some Arabs coming this way in a caravan. They were really very good to me too.
But the camel?
O, there were some people the other side of the mountains. Everybody has been very kind about it. And then there was the man who showed me here. He’s called Hafiz el Alcolahn. It’s a nice name, don’t you think?
But, you know, this country, Miss Clement, I’m half afraid it’s hardly—isn’t it, Archie? Er—how long did you think of staying?
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