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I
heard
his
mandate
given
with
a
joy
I
could
scarcely
conceal
.
The
yearning
I
had
to
get
quickly
away
from
this
'
land
of
the
old
gods
'
was
intense
and
feverish
--
I
loathed
the
vast
and
awful
desert
silences
,
where
the
Sphinx
frowns
contempt
on
the
puny
littleness
of
mankind
--
where
the
opened
tombs
and
coffins
expose
once
more
to
the
light
of
day
,
faces
that
are
the
very
semblances
of
those
we
ourselves
have
known
and
loved
in
our
time
--
and
where
painted
history
tells
us
of
just
such
things
as
our
modern
newspapers
chronicle
,
albeit
in
different
form
.
Rimânez
was
ready
and
willing
to
carry
out
the
doctor
's
orders
--
and
arranged
our
return
to
Cairo
and
from
thence
to
Alexandria
,
with
such
expedition
as
left
me
nothing
to
desire
,
and
filled
me
with
gratitude
for
his
apparent
sympathy
.
In
as
short
a
time
as
abundance
of
cash
could
make
possible
,
we
had
rejoined
'
The
Flame
,
'
and
were
en
route
,
as
I
thought
,
for
France
or
England
.
We
had
not
absolutely
settled
our
destination
,
having
some
idea
of
coasting
along
the
Riviera
--
but
my
old
confidence
in
Rimânez
being
now
almost
restored
,
I
left
this
to
him
for
decision
,
sufficiently
satisfied
in
myself
that
I
had
not
been
destined
to
leave
my
bones
in
terror-haunted
Egypt
.
And
it
was
not
till
I
had
been
about
a
week
or
ten
days
on
board
,
and
had
made
good
progress
in
the
recovery
of
my
health
,
that
the
beginning
of
the
end
of
this
never-to-be-forgotten
voyage
was
foreshadowed
to
me
in
such
terrific
fashion
as
nearly
plunged
me
into
the
darkness
of
death
--
or
rather
let
me
now
say
,
(
having
learned
my
bitter
lesson
thoroughly
)
into
the
fell
brilliancy
of
that
Life
beyond
the
tomb
which
we
refuse
to
recognise
or
realize
till
we
are
whirled
into
its
glorious
or
awful
vortex
!
One
evening
,
after
a
bright
day
of
swift
and
enjoyable
sailing
over
a
smooth
and
sunlit
sea
,
I
retired
to
rest
in
my
cabin
,
feeling
almost
happy
.
My
mind
was
perfectly
tranquil
--
my
trust
in
my
friend
Lucio
was
again
re-established
--
and
I
may
add
,
so
was
my
old
arrogant
and
confident
trust
in
myself
.
My
access
to
fortune
had
not
,
so
far
,
brought
me
either
much
joy
or
distinction
--
but
it
was
not
too
late
for
me
yet
to
pluck
the
golden
apples
of
Hesperides
.
The
various
troubles
I
had
endured
,
though
of
such
recent
occurrence
,
began
to
assume
a
blurred
indistinctness
in
my
mind
,
as
of
things
long
past
and
done
with
--
I
considered
the
strength
of
my
financial
position
again
with
satisfaction
,
to
the
extent
of
contemplating
a
second
marriage
--
and
that
marriage
with
--
Mavis
Clare
!
No
other
woman
should
be
my
wife
,
I
mentally
swore
--
she
,
and
she
only
should
be
mine
!
I
foresaw
no
difficulties
in
the
way
--
and
full
of
pleasant
dreams
and
self-delusions
I
settled
myself
in
my
berth
,
and
dropped
easily
off
to
sleep
.
About
midnight
I
awoke
,
vaguely
terrified
,
to
see
the
cabin
full
of
a
strong
red
light
and
fierce
glare
.
My
first
dazed
impression
was
that
the
yacht
was
on
fire
--
the
next
instant
I
became
paralysed
and
dumb
with
horror
.
Sibyl
stood
before
me
!
...
Sibyl
,
a
wild
,
strange
,
tortured
writhing
figure
,
half
nude
,
waving
beckoning
arms
,
and
making
desperate
gestures
--
her
face
was
as
I
had
seen
it
last
in
death
,
livid
and
hideous
,
...
her
eyes
blazed
mingled
menace
,
despair
,
and
warning
upon
me
!
Round
her
a
living
wreath
of
flame
coiled
upwards
like
a
twisted
snake
,
...
her
lips
moved
as
though
she
strove
to
speak
,
but
no
sound
came
from
them
--
--
and
while
I
yet
looked
at
her
,
she
vanished
!
I
must
have
lost
consciousness
then
--
for
when
I
awoke
it
was
broad
day
.
But
this
ghastly
visitation
was
only
the
first
of
many
such
--
and
at
last
,
every
night
I
saw
her
thus
,
sheeted
in
flame
,
till
I
grew
well-nigh
mad
with
fear
and
misery
.
My
torment
was
indescribable
--
yet
I
said
nothing
to
Lucio
,
who
watched
me
,
as
I
imagined
,
narrowly
--
I
took
sleeping-draughts
in
the
hope
to
procure
unbroken
rest
,
but
in
vain
--
always
I
woke
at
one
particular
moment
,
and
always
I
had
to
face
this
fiery
phantom
of
my
dead
wife
,
with
despair
in
her
eyes
and
an
unuttered
warning
on
her
lips
.
This
was
not
all
.
One
day
in
the
full
sunlight
of
a
quiet
afternoon
,
I
entered
the
saloon
of
the
yacht
alone
,
and
started
back
amazed
to
see
my
old
friend
John
Carrington
seated
at
the
table
,
pen
in
hand
,
casting
up
accounts
.
He
bent
over
his
papers
closely
--
his
face
was
furrowed
and
very
pale
--
but
so
life-like
was
he
,
so
seemingly
substantial
that
I
called
him
by
name
,
whereat
he
looked
up
--
smiled
drearily
,
and
was
gone
!
Trembling
in
every
limb
I
realized
that
here
was
another
spectral
terror
added
to
the
burden
of
my
days
;
and
sitting
down
,
I
tried
to
rally
my
scattered
forces
and
reason
out
what
was
best
to
be
done
.
There
was
no
doubt
I
was
very
ill
;
--
these
phantoms
were
the
warning
of
brain-disease
.
I
must
endeavour
,
I
thought
,
to
keep
myself
well
under
control
till
I
got
to
England
--
there
I
determined
to
consult
the
best
physicians
,
and
put
myself
under
their
care
till
I
was
thoroughly
restored
.
"
Meanwhile
"
--
I
muttered
to
myself
--
"
I
will
say
nothing
,
...
not
even
to
Lucio
.
He
would
only
smile
,
...
and
I
should
hate
him
!
...
"
I
broke
off
,
wondering
at
this
.
For
was
it
possible
I
should
ever
hate
him
?
Surely
not
!
That
night
by
way
of
a
change
,
I
slept
in
a
hammock
on
deck
,
hoping
to
dispel
midnight
illusions
by
resting
in
the
open
air
.
But
my
sufferings
were
only
intensified
.
I
woke
as
usual
,
...
to
see
,
not
only
Sibyl
,
but
also
to
my
deadly
fear
,
the
Three
Phantoms
that
had
appeared
to
me
in
my
room
in
London
on
the
evening
of
Viscount
Lynton
's
suicide
.
There
they
were
--
the
same
,
the
very
same
!
--
only
this
time
all
their
livid
faces
were
lifted
and
turned
towards
me
,
and
though
their
lips
never
moved
,
the
word
'
Misery
!
'
seemed
uttered
,
for
I
heard
it
tolling
like
a
funeral
bell
on
the
air
and
across
the
sea
!
...
And
Sibyl
,
with
her
face
of
death
in
the
coils
of
a
silent
flame
,
...
Sibyl
smiled
at
me
!
--
--
a
smile
of
torture
and
remorse
!
...
God
!
--
I
could
endure
it
no
longer
!
Leaping
from
my
hammock
,
I
ran
towards
the
vessel
's
edge
,
...
one
plunge
into
the
cool
waves
,
...
ha
!
--
there
stood
Amiel
,
with
his
impenetrable
dark
face
and
ferret
eyes
!
"
Can
I
assist
you
sir
?
"
he
inquired
deferentially
.
