He’s coming is Amut. But you see he is doing a Sheridan on a flashing steed and is as yet several miles away. Two at least.
Just let him gallop a few minutes because Verbeena has started examining his book case and that if anything should tell her what kind of a bibliophile, Francophile or Swissoup this strong-armed philanderer was.
It was a surprise to Verbeena to find there this case of books for she had always thought that all to be expected of the Sahara was volumes of dates.
However, she stood corrected so she scanned the titles. At the very first she drew back with a shudder having read: “Poems of Passion” by Ring Lardner.
Then “The Children’s Hour” by Ghee de Maupassant.
Pshaw, she’d read that!
Kraft-Ebing also was old stuff.
And she passed over without interest a corpulent tome entitled “Der Vaw; Vhy Ve Dit Id Bad” by Ludendorff.
Then she came upon “Manly Beauty, Its Dangers and Temptations,” by Irvin Cobb and Paul Swan.
Two other titles, however, fascinated her. One was “Florinda of the Furnished Rooms” by Robert W. Chalmers, and the other “Maurice of the Monkey Glands” by Elinor Flynn in collaboration with the author of “Arzan of the Apes.”