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No
objection
was
raised
by
the
authorities
concerned
in
the
discoveries
--
and
I
,
who
had
never
witnessed
the
unrolling
of
a
mummy
before
,
watched
the
process
with
great
interest
and
curiosity
.
As
one
by
one
of
the
scented
wrappings
were
removed
,
a
long
tress
of
nut-brown
hair
became
visible
--
then
,
those
who
were
engaged
in
the
task
,
used
more
extreme
and
delicate
precaution
,
Lucio
himself
assisting
them
to
uncover
the
face
.
As
this
was
done
,
a
kind
of
sick
horror
stole
over
me
--
brown
and
stiff
as
parchment
though
the
features
were
,
their
contour
was
recognisable
--
and
when
the
whole
countenance
was
exposed
to
view
I
could
almost
have
shrieked
aloud
the
name
of
'
Sibyl
!
'
For
it
was
like
her
!
--
dreadfully
like
!
--
and
as
the
faint
,
half-aromatic
half-putrid
odours
of
the
unrolled
cerements
crept
towards
me
on
the
air
,
I
reeled
back
giddily
and
covered
my
eyes
.
Irresistibly
I
was
reminded
of
the
subtle
French
perfume
exhaled
from
Sibyl
's
garments
when
I
found
her
dead
--
that
,
and
this
sickly
effluvia
were
similar
!
A
man
standing
near
me
saw
me
swerve
as
though
about
to
fall
,
and
caught
me
on
his
arm
.
"
The
sun
is
too
strong
for
you
I
fear
?
"
he
said
kindly
--
"
This
climate
does
not
suit
everybody
.
"
I
forced
a
smile
and
murmured
something
about
a
passing
touch
of
vertigo
--
then
,
recovering
myself
I
gazed
fearfully
at
Lucio
,
who
was
studying
the
mummy
attentively
with
a
curious
smile
.
Presently
stooping
over
the
coffin
he
took
out
of
it
a
piece
of
finely
wrought
gold
in
the
shape
of
a
medallion
.
"
This
,
I
imagine
must
be
the
fair
dancer
's
portrait
,
"
--
he
said
,
holding
it
up
to
the
view
of
all
the
eager
and
exclaiming
spectators
--
"
Quite
a
treasure-trove
!
An
admirable
piece
of
ancient
workmanship
,
besides
being
the
picture
of
a
very
lovely
woman
.
Do
you
not
think
so
,
Geoffrey
?
"
He
handed
me
the
medallion
--
and
I
examined
it
with
deadly
and
fascinated
interest
--
the
face
was
exquisitely
beautiful
--
but
assuredly
it
was
the
face
of
Sibyl
!
I
never
remember
how
I
lived
through
the
rest
of
that
day
.
At
night
,
as
soon
as
I
had
an
opportunity
of
speaking
to
Rimânez
alone
,
I
asked
him
...
"
Did
you
see
--
--
did
you
not
recognize
?
...
"
"
That
the
dead
Egyptian
dancer
resembled
your
late
wife
?
"
he
quietly
continued
--
"
Yes
--
I
noticed
it
at
once
.
But
that
should
not
affect
you
.
History
repeats
itself
--
why
should
not
lovely
women
repeat
themselves
?
Beauty
always
has
its
double
somewhere
,
either
in
the
past
or
future
.
"
I
said
no
more
--
but
next
morning
I
was
very
ill
--
so
ill
that
I
could
not
rise
from
my
bed
,
and
passed
the
hours
in
restless
moaning
and
irritable
pain
that
was
not
so
much
physical
as
mental
.
There
was
a
physician
resident
at
the
hotel
at
Luxor
,
and
Lucio
,
always
showing
himself
particularly
considerate
for
my
personal
comfort
,
sent
for
him
at
once
.
He
felt
my
pulse
,
shook
his
head
,
and
after
much
dubious
pondering
,
advised
my
leaving
Egypt
immediately
.
