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Rachel sat at the escritoire beneath one of the long, narrow windows which she had contrived to open, so that the scent of roses floated in upon her, and there, passed several hours, her head bent, her hand supporting her cheek, absorbed in the close, delicate writing which she had discovered. The journal must have been begun soon after Rachel O'Hara's arrival at Bab-el--Khayalat. In the first entries in the book there were traces of physical exhaustion and of mental reaction after the effort of will which had sustained her flight, but the dominant note of them was intense gratitude to the man who had rescued her, and wonder, almost awe, at the unselfish devotion that had inspired his aid.
'He says that he asks nothing of me, '--Rachel O'Hara wrote--'nothing but acceptance of his service and permission to love me at the distance which our circumstances compel.His goodness to me, the tender forethought which he has shown in preparations for my comfort here, are beyond all words.