“Especially when he has the privilege of your particular favour,” added Nasmyth.
As Nasmyth approached her he became conscious that she was watching him with a curious expression in her keen, dark eyes.
Nasmyth hesitated, regarding her compassionately, but she made a sign of protest.
The afternoon was very hot when Nasmyth plodded down a steep hillside through the thick red dust of the waggon trail.
Here they landed, and Nasmyth dropped down upon a boulder to look about him.
