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"
What
,
my
poor
Egyptian
princess
!
"
he
exclaimed
with
a
laugh
--
"
Why
so
cruel
to
her
Geoffrey
?
If
you
had
lived
in
her
day
,
you
might
have
been
one
of
her
lovers
!
She
was
no
doubt
a
charming
person
--
I
find
her
charming
still
!
However
,
to
oblige
you
--
"
and
here
,
placing
the
insect
in
its
crystal
receptacle
he
carried
it
away
to
the
other
end
of
the
room
.
Then
,
returning
towards
me
slowly
,
he
said
--
"
Who
knows
what
the
'
sprite
'
suffered
as
a
woman
,
Geoffrey
!
Perhaps
she
made
a
rich
marriage
,
and
repented
it
!
At
anyrate
I
am
sure
she
is
much
happier
in
her
present
condition
!
"
"
I
have
no
sympathy
with
such
a
ghastly
fancy
,
"
--
I
said
abruptly
--
"
I
only
know
that
she
or
it
is
a
perfectly
loathsome
object
to
me
.
"
"
Well
--
some
'
transmigrated
'
souls
are
loathsome
objects
to
look
at
;
"
--
he
declared
imperturbably
--
"
When
they
are
deprived
of
their
respectable
two-legged
fleshly
covering
,
it
is
extraordinary
what
a
change
the
inexorable
law
of
Nature
makes
in
them
!
"
"
What
nonsense
you
talk
,
Lucio
!
"
I
said
impatiently
--
"
How
can
you
know
anything
about
it
!
"
A
sudden
shadow
passed
over
his
face
,
giving
it
a
strange
pallor
and
impenetrability
.
"
Have
you
forgotten
"
--
he
said
in
deliberately
measured
accents
--
"
that
your
friend
John
Carrington
,
when
he
wrote
that
letter
of
introduction
I
brought
from
him
to
you
,
told
you
in
it
,
that
in
all
matters
scientific
I
was
an
'
absolute
master
?
'
In
these
'
matters
scientific
'
you
have
not
tested
my
skill
--
yet
you
ask
--
'
how
can
I
know
?
'
I
answer
that
I
do
know
--
many
things
of
which
you
are
ignorant
.
Do
not
presume
too
much
on
your
own
intellectual
capability
my
friend
--
lest
I
prove
it
naught
!
--
lest
I
demonstrate
to
you
,
beyond
all
possibility
of
consoling
doubt
,
that
the
shreds
and
strippings
of
that
change
you
call
death
,
are
only
so
many
embryos
of
new
life
which
you
must
live
,
whether
you
will
or
no
!
"
Somewhat
abashed
by
his
words
and
still
more
by
his
manner
,
I
said
--
"
Pardon
me
!
--
I
spoke
in
haste
of
course
--
but
you
know
my
theories
--
"
"
Most
thoroughly
!
"
and
he
laughed
,
with
an
immediate
resumption
of
his
old
manner
--
"
'
Every
man
his
own
theory
'
is
the
fashionable
motto
of
the
hour
.
Each
little
biped
tells
you
that
he
has
his
'
own
idea
'
of
God
,
and
equally
'
his
own
'
idea
of
the
Devil
.
It
is
very
droll
!
But
let
us
return
to
the
theme
of
love
.
I
feel
I
have
not
congratulated
you
half
enough
--
for
surely
Fortune
favours
you
singularly
.
Out
of
the
teeming
mass
of
vain
and
frivolous
femininity
,
you
have
secured
a
unique
example
of
beauty
,
truth
and
purity
--
a
woman
,
who
apart
from
all
self-interest
and
worldly
advantage
,
weds
you
,
with
five
millions
,
for
yourself
alone
!
The
prettiest
poem
in
the
world
could
be
made
out
of
such
an
exquisitely
innocent
maiden
type
!
You
are
one
of
the
luckiest
men
alive
;
in
fact
,
you
have
nothing
more
to
wish
for
!
"
