Moreover, the white god's wife was kinder even than he. But
that was because she was not a goddess. Only a girl.
On the high hills, up above the villages, a couple stood. No god and
goddess: just a man and a woman. And the woman looked down past the huts,
down to the great Terai Forest lying like a vast billowy sea of foliage far
below them. Then, as her husband's arm stole round her, she turned her eyes
from it and gazed into his and whispered:
"I love it more than even you do. For it gave you to me."
A crashing in the clump of hill bamboos at their feet attracted their
attention; and with a smile he pointed down to the great elephant with the
single tusk who was dragging down the feathery plumes with his curving
trunk.
But Noreen looked up at Dermot again and said:
"I love you more than even Badshah does."
And their lips met.
THE END
_A Selection from the Catalogue of_
G.P. PUTNAM'S SONS
Complete Catalogues sent on application
Rosa Mundi
By
Ethel M. Dell
Author of
"The Top of the World," "The Lamp in the Desert," "The Way of an Eagle,"
etc.
Some of the finest stories ever written by Miss Ethel M. Dell are gathered
together in this volume. They are arresting, thrilling, tense with
throbbing life, and of absorbing interest; they tell of romantic and
passionate episodes in many lands--in the hill districts of India, in the
burning heart of Africa, and in the colonial bush country.
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