Sanda's

Max was sitting up in a reclining chair, for the first time, on the day of Sanda's return to Cairo.

A Soldier of the Legion 1889

The President of the French Republic has given it to me for Max St. George of the Tenth Company, First Regiment of the Legion; Max St. George, owner of the Château de la Tour, home of his far-off ancestors -- where he and his Sanda will go some day together when he's tired of soldiering -- and Sanda's father, Max's grateful colonel, will visit them.

A Soldier of the Legion 1889

Not an echo of all this play of cross purposes reached Max at the nursing home in Cairo, where he had been carried by Sanda's orders after breaking down.

A Soldier of the Legion 1889

When the colonel returned to Algeria and his regiment Max had not yet gained enough strength to be seen and thanked for what he had done, even if DeLisle had found it compatible with his official duty to say to a deserter what was in his heart to say to Sanda's hero.

A Soldier of the Legion 1889

Touggourt to return as Sanda's attendant, came from the camp of the caravan asking if she might see her new mistress.

A Soldier of the Legion 1889

Sanda's camel a procession had gone by carrying aloft several big boxes draped with brocade and cloth-of-gold: the bride's luggage on its way to her new home.

A Soldier of the Legion 1889

Sanda's cheeks, which had been pale, brightened to carnation as she read; but the dancer held all eyes.

A Soldier of the Legion 1889

First she kissed Sanda's right cheek, the right side of the body being nobler because the White Angel walks always on the right, jotting down in his book every good deed done; then she kissed the left cheek, since it is at the left side of man or woman that the wicked

A Soldier of the Legion 1889

The man sat facing Max, who recognized him instantly from many newspaper portraits he had seen -- and the photograph in Sanda's bag.

A Soldier of the Legion 1889

The caravan started, and it was not until after the _douar_, with its green _daya_ and background of trees, was dim in the distance that Sanda's curtains parted.

A Soldier of the Legion 1889