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over the precipitous places,her eyes shut,her face green,while her voice roseceaselessly in a perpetual wail. "I never could look down places.Never -from a Child!" Once she declared her intention of going back,but on turning to face thedescent,her skin assumed an even greener tinge,and she reluctantly decided thatto go on was the only thing to be done. Dr Gerard was kind and reassuring.He went up behind her,holding a stickbetween her and the sheer drop like a balustrade and she confessed t
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hat theillusion of a rail did much to conquer the feeling of vertigo. Sarah,panting a little,asked the dragoman,Mahmoud,who,in spite of his ampleproportions,showed no signs of distress: "don't you ever have trouble getting people up here?Elderly ones,I mean." "Always -always we have trouble,"agreed Mahmoud serenely . "do you always try and take them?" Mahmoud shrugged his thick shoulders. "They like to come.They have paid money to see these things.They wish to seethem.The Bedouin guides are very clever -very sure-footed -always they manage.,. They arrived at last at the summit.Sarah drew a deep breath. All around and below stretched the blood-red rocks -a strange andunbelievable country unparalleled an