Page:Dream days.djvu/121

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

THE MAGIC RING

a trice I was with Zephyrine, riding the boundless Sahara, cheek to cheek, the world well lost; while at times, through the sand-clouds that encircled us, glimmered the eyes of Coralie, touched, one fancied, with something of a tender reproach.