She looked forward to their coming with curiosity and with a certain
pleasurable anticipation when once she was assured that they would
not bite her. In fact she appeared no different than would any
pretty young miss who had learned of the expected coming of company.
Korak's image was still often in her thoughts, but it aroused now
a less well-defined sense of bereavement. A quiet sadness pervaded
Meriem when she thought of him; but the poignant grief of her loss
when it was young no longer goaded her to desperation. Yet she was
still loyal to him. She still hoped that some day he would find
her, nor did she doubt for a moment but that he was searching for
her if he still lived. It was this last suggestion that caused her
the greatest perturbation. Korak might be dead. It scarce seemed
possible that one so well-equipped to meet the emergencies of
jungle life should have succumbed so young; yet when she had last
seen him he had been beset by a horde of armed warriors, and should
he have returned to the village again, as she well knew he must
have, he may have been killed.
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