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pursuit, and then strode rapidly back to where Meriem sat huddled by the bushes where he had left her.
"The picture!" he cried. "What picture did the dog speak of? Where is it? Give it to me at once!"
"He took it," replied Meriem, dully.
With a wild whoop of exultation
"What was it?" again demanded The Sheik, seizing the girl roughly by the hair and dragging her to her feet, where he shook her venomously. "What was it a picture of?"
"Of me," said Meriem, "when I was a little girl. I stole it from Malbihn, the Swede—it had printing on the back cut from an old newspaper."
The Sheik went white with rage.
"What said the printing?" he asked in a voice so low that she but barely caught his words.
