Then he said, "Are you going to marry--Linforth ?" The blood slowly mounted into her face and flushed her forehead and cheeks.
"He has not even asked me to marry him," she said, and moved down into the courtyard.
Shere Ali watched her as she went.

That was the last time he should see her, he told himself.

The last time in all his life.

His eyes followed her, noting the grace of her movements, the whiteness of her skin, all her daintiness of dress and person.

A madness kindled in his blood.