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ed him. "From," she began--but her lips would not frame the name. "From Mr. Paul Harley," he said, inclining his head gravely. "Oh! tell me, tell me!" "I am here to tell you, Miss Abingdon. Mr. Harley feels that his absence may have distressed you." "Yes, yes," she said, eagerly. "But in pursuit of a certain matter which is known to you, he has found it necessary in the interests of his safety to remain out of London for a while." "Oh," Phil Abingdon heaved a great sigh. "Oh, Your Excellency, how glad I am to hear that he is safe!" The long, dark eyes regarded her intently, unemotionally, noting that the flush had faded from her face, leaving it very pale, and noting also the expression of gladness in her eyes, the quivering of her sweet lips. "He is my guest," continued Ormuz Khan, "my honoured guest." "He is with you?" exclaimed Phil, almost incredulously. "With me, at my home in Surrey. In me he found a natural ally, since my concern was as great as his own. I do not conceal from you, Miss Abingdon, that he is danger." "In danger?" she whispered. "It is true, but beneath my roof he is safe. There is a matter of vital urgency, however, in which you can assist him." "I?" she exclaimed. "No one but you." Ormuz Khan raised his slender hand gracefully. "I beg you, do not misunderstand me. In the first place, would Mr. Harley have asked you to visit him at my home, if he had not been well assured that you could do so with propriety? In the second place, should I, who respect you more deeply than any woman in the world, consent to your coming unchaperoned? Miss Abingdon, you know me better. I beg of you in Mr. Harley's name and in my own, prevail upon Mrs. McMurdoch to accept the invitation which I bring to lunch with me at Hillside, my Surrey home." He spoke with the deep respect of a courtier addressing his queen. His low musical voice held a note that was almost a note of adoration. Phil Abingdon withdrew her gaze from the handsome ivory face, and strove for mental composure before replying. Subtly, insidiously, the man had cast his spell upon her. Of this she was well aware. In other words, her thoughts were not entirely her own, but in a measure were promptings from that powerful will. Indeed, her heart was beating wildly at the mere thought that she was to see Paul Harley again that very day. She had counted the hours since their last meeting, and knew exactly how many had elap
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