The snarl had gone from his lip. His only expression was one of
interested attention--he was trying to discover what the girl was
doing. Suddenly a broad grin overspread his face, for a turn of the
girl's body had revealed Geeka of the ivory head and the rat skin
torso--Geeka of the splinter limbs and the disreputable appearance.
The little girl raised the marred face to hers and rocking herself
backward and forward crooned a plaintive Arab lullaby to the doll.
A softer light entered the eyes of The Killer. For a long hour
that passed very quickly to him Korak lay with gaze riveted upon
the playing child. Not once had he had a view of the girl's full
face. For the most part he saw only a mass of wavy, black hair, one
brown little shoulder exposed upon the side from where her single
robe was caught beneath her arm, and a shapely knee protruding
from beneath her garment as she sat cross legged upon the ground.
A tilt of the head as she emphasized some maternal admonition to the
passive Geeka revealed occasionally a rounded cheek or a piquant
little chin. Now she was shaking a slim finger at Geeka, reprovingly,
and again she crushed to her heart this only object upon which she
might lavish the untold wealth of her childish affections.
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