From the oleanders and lilies which bloomed along the edge
of the irrigation channels, and from the white flowers of the glossy,
golden-fruited orange trees, floated a perfume delicious to the sense,
while the silence was only broken from time to time by the bark of a
wandering dog or the howl of a jackal in the wilderness.
"A very pleasant night--to talk about Caleb," reflected Marcus, who had
reached the appointed spot ten minutes before the time, as he strolled
from the narrow belt of trees that were planted along the high, outer
wall, into the more open part of the garden. Had Marcus chanced to
notice that this same Caleb, walking softly as a cat, and keeping with
great care in the shadow, had followed him through the little door which
he forgot to lock, and was now hidden among those very trees, he might
have remembered a proverb to the effect that snakes hide in the greenest
grass and the prettiest flowers have thorny stems. But he thought of no
such thing, who was lost in happy anticipations of a moonlight interview
with a lovely and cultured young lady, whose image, to speak truth, had
taken so deep a hold upon his fancy, that sometimes he wondered how he
would be able to banish it thence again.
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