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"
I
fear
so
too
!
"
and
he
eyed
me
with
a
curious
derision
--
"
I
very
much
fear
so
!
And
his
chances
being
so
slight
,
I
rather
respect
him
for
being
the
Arch-Enemy
of
such
a
worthless
race
!
"
He
paused
a
moment
,
then
added
--
"
I
wonder
how
we
have
managed
to
get
on
such
an
absurd
subject
of
conversation
?
It
is
dull
and
uninteresting
as
all
'
spiritual
'
themes
invariably
are
.
My
object
in
bringing
you
out
on
this
voyage
is
not
to
indulge
in
psychological
argument
,
but
to
make
you
forget
your
troubles
as
much
as
possible
,
and
enjoy
the
present
while
it
lasts
.
"
There
was
a
vibration
of
compassionate
kindness
in
his
voice
which
at
once
moved
me
to
an
acute
sense
of
self-pity
,
the
worst
enervator
of
moral
force
that
exists
.
I
sighed
heavily
.
"
Truly
I
have
suffered
"
--
I
said
--
"
More
than
most
men
!
"
"
More
even
than
most
millionaires
deserve
to
suffer
!
"
declared
Lucio
,
with
that
inevitable
touch
of
sarcasm
which
distinguished
some
of
his
friendliest
remarks
--
"
Money
is
supposed
to
make
amends
to
a
man
for
everything
--
and
even
the
wealthy
wife
of
a
certain
Irish
'
patriot
'
has
not
found
it
incompatible
with
affection
to
hold
her
moneybags
close
to
herself
while
her
husband
has
been
declared
a
bankrupt
.
How
she
has
'
idolized
'
him
,
let
others
say
!
Now
,
considering
your
cash-abundance
,
it
must
be
owned
the
fates
have
treated
you
somewhat
unkindly
!
"
The
smile
that
was
half-cruel
and
half-sweet
radiated
in
his
eyes
as
he
spoke
--
and
again
a
singular
revulsion
of
feeling
against
him
moved
me
to
dislike
and
fear
.
And
yet
--
how
fascinating
was
his
company
!
I
could
not
but
admit
that
the
voyage
with
him
to
Alexandria
on
board
'
The
Flame
'
was
one
of
positive
enchantment
and
luxury
all
the
way
.
There
was
nothing
in
a
material
sense
left
to
wish
for
--
all
that
could
appeal
to
the
intelligence
or
the
imagination
had
been
thought
of
on
board
this
wonderful
yacht
which
sped
like
a
fairy
ship
over
the
sea
.
Some
of
the
sailors
were
skilled
musicians
,
and
on
tranquil
nights
or
at
sunset
,
would
bring
stringed
instruments
and
discourse
to
our
ears
the
most
dulcet
and
ravishing
melodies
.
Lucio
himself
too
would
often
sing
--
his
luscious
voice
resounding
,
as
it
seemed
,
over
all
the
visible
sea
and
sky
,
with
such
passion
as
might
have
drawn
an
angel
down
to
listen
.
Gradually
my
mind
became
impregnated
with
these
snatches
of
mournful
,
fierce
,
or
weird
minor
tunes
--
and
I
began
to
suffer
in
silence
from
an
inexplicable
depression
and
foreboding
sense
of
misery
,
as
well
as
from
another
terrible
feeling
to
which
I
could
scarcely
give
a
name
--
a
dreadful
uncertainty
of
myself
,
as
of
one
lost
in
a
wilderness
and
about
to
die
.
I
endured
these
fits
of
mental
agony
alone
--
and
in
such
dreary
burning
moments
,
believed
I
was
going
mad
.
I
grew
more
and
more
sullen
and
taciturn
,
and
when
we
at
last
arrived
at
Alexandria
I
was
not
moved
to
any
particular
pleasure
.
The
place
was
new
to
me
,
but
I
was
not
conscious
of
novelty
--
everything
seemed
flat
,
dull
,
and
totally
uninteresting
.
A
heavy
almost
lethargic
stupor
chained
my
wits
,
and
when
we
left
the
yacht
in
harbour
and
went
on
to
Cairo
,
I
was
not
sensible
of
any
personal
enjoyment
in
the
journey
,
or
interest
in
what
I
saw
.
I
was
only
partially
roused
when
we
took
possession
of
a
luxurious
dahabeah
,
which
,
with
a
retinue
of
attendants
,
had
been
specially
chartered
for
us
,
and
commenced
our
lotus-like
voyage
up
the
Nile
.
The
reed-edged
,
sluggish
yellow
river
fascinated
me
--
I
used
to
spend
long
hours
reclining
at
full
length
in
a
deck-chair
,
gazing
at
the
flat
shores
,
the
blown
sand-heaps
,
the
broken
columns
and
mutilated
temples
of
the
dead
kingdoms
of
the
past
.
One
evening
,
thus
musing
,
while
the
great
golden
moon
climbed
languidly
up
into
the
sky
to
stare
at
the
wrecks
of
earthly
ages
I
said
--
"
If
one
could
only
see
these
ancient
cities
as
they
once
existed
,
what
strange
revelations
might
be
made
!
Our
modern
marvels
of
civilization
and
progress
might
seem
small
trifles
after
all
--
for
I
believe
in
our
days
we
are
only
re-discovering
what
the
peoples
of
old
time
knew
.
"
Lucio
drew
his
cigar
from
his
mouth
and
looked
at
it
meditatively
.
Then
he
glanced
up
at
me
with
a
half-smile
--
"
Would
you
like
to
see
a
city
resuscitated
?
"
he
inquired
--
"
Here
,
in
this
very
spot
,
some
six
thousand
years
ago
,
a
king
reigned
,
with
a
woman
not
his
queen
but
his
favourite
,
(
quite
a
lawful
arrangement
in
those
days
)
who
was
as
famous
for
her
beauty
and
virtue
,
as
this
river
is
for
its
fructifying
tide
.
Here
civilization
had
progressed
enormously
--
with
the
one
exception
that
it
had
not
outgrown
faith
.
Modern
France
and
England
have
beaten
the
ancients
in
their
scorn
of
God
and
creed
,
their
contempt
for
divine
things
,
their
unnameable
lasciviousness
and
blasphemy
.
This
city
"
--
--
and
he
waved
his
hand
towards
a
dreary
stretch
of
shore
where
a
cluster
of
tall
reeds
waved
above
the
monster
fragment
of
a
fallen
column
--
"
was
governed
by
the
strong
pure
faith
of
its
people
more
than
anything
--
and
the
ruler
of
social
things
in
it
was
a
woman
.
