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Fred M. White The Master Criminal — Cleopatra’s Robe (1898)

Abdul was not slow to grasp the mystery.
“I know,” he said, in thick, agitated tones. “He made a mistake; he did not understand the address from you. He took the letter written by me to my subordinate, and the latter has sent me—Cleopatra’s Robe. After all, the mistake was a natural one. Give it me; give it up at once, I say.”
Cora laughed defiantly. She had already wound the priceless stuff around her in sinuous folds like that of a snake.
“I will not,” she said. “Touch me and I will bring the hoard down upon you. You dare to threaten me when my very life, my reputation, is in danger!”
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Fred M. White The Master Criminal — Cleopatra’s Robe (1898)

Figments of the condemnatory side of the Koran came to Abdul’s lips. Then he lolled in the lap of Paradise again as Cora bade him stay. Why should he go because Gryde was called away? she asked. Gryde echoed the sentiment.
Then followed the most dreamy, delightful hour Abdul Agiz had ever passed in his life. He made no attempt to stem the stream of fascination; on the contrary, he lay down and allowed it to flow over him.
Cora put forth all her powers. Her claims were silken; but then beauty leads us by a single hair.
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Fred M. White The Master Criminal — Cleopatra’s Robe (1898)

By this time the cab had been dismissed, and Gryde and his companion were standing amongst the flowers and ferns in Cora Coventry’s vestibule. At the same moment a typical Eastern figure crossed the floor and disappeared.
“It makes one feel quite homely,” Abdul Agiz muttered.
In the dimly-lighted drawing-room Cora received them. Abdul was conscious of some white dazzling dream floating around a pair of great liquid eyes that seemed to set him gasping and helpless for the time. Cora took possession of his soul and played with it like a toy.
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