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ZEHRA was alone in the gaudy apartment that had been prepared for her.
She looked like a queen in her dignity, for her soul had become the home of a purpose that lifted her above the clods of fear. Three heavy lamps were burning in their swinging frames, and their combined power gave the lustre of mid-day to the scene. Choice and fragrant flowers were blooming in crystal vases, tiny birds were singing in their golden cages, and a silvery fountain sent up its sparkling waters from a marble basin in the centre of the room. Art and nature were strangely, wonderfully combined to charm the senses, and the sensualist might almost fancy that there could be no sweeter a heaven than this!