Zuleika gave a wild cry of joy and flung her arms about her father's neck.
Zuleika slipped out of her bedroom and ran to her father's room.
Zuleika stood gazing pensively, twitching the two pearls between her fingers.
At the mention of Massetti's name the blush upon Zuleika's cheek deepened.
A sudden thought came to Zuleika, filling her with intense amazement.
Yes, you are right, Zuleika; it is my duty to tell you all—and yet I cannot!
It is not too late to tell my readers that the climax of Zuleika's entertainment was only that dismal affair, the Magic Canister.
"He is," murmured Zuleika, blushing and holding down her head.
Her face one mass of crimson, trembling from head to foot, Zuleika told the whole story of her adventure at noon that day.
They can be found, Zuleika, and you will not have far to look for them either!