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The Bride of the Nile

The Bride of the Nile

Bell, Clara
Ebers, Georg

Paperback

Classic Fiction

ISBN10: 1484067797
ISBN13: 9781484067796
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Apr 8 2013
Pages: 498
Weight: 1.59
Height: 1.11 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ...need of a healing hand! He lay back on the divan, and saw how his friend leaned over his scroll as if listening, and fidgeted up and down in his arm-chair. It was clear that Horapollo was uneasy at Philippus' long silence, and his pointed eyebrows, raised high. on his brow, plainly showed that he was drawing his own conclusions from it--no doubt the right ones. The peace must soon be broken, and Philippus awaited the attack. He was prepared for the worst; but how could he bring himself to make his torturer's task easy for him. Thus many minutes slipped away; while the leech was waiting for the old man to speak, Horapollo waited for Philippus. However, the impatience and curiosity of the elder were stronger than the young man's craving for comfort; he suddenly laid down the roll of manuscript, impatiently snatched up the ivory stick which he had thrown aside, set his heavy seat at an angle with a shove of amazing vigor for his age, turned full on Philippus, and asked him, in a loud voice, pointing his ruler at him as if threatening him with it: So the play is out. A tragedy, of course! Hardly, since I am still alive, replied the other. But there is inward bleeding, and the wound is painful, retorted the old man. Then, after a short pause, he went on: Those who will not listen must feel! The fox was warned of the trap, but the bait was too tempting! Yesterday there would still have been time to pull his foot out of the spring, if only he had sincerely desired it; he knew the hunter's guile. Now the foe is down on the victim; he has not spared his weapons, and there lies the prey dumb with pain and ignominy, cursing his own folly.--You seem inclined for silence this evening. Shall I tell you just howit all came about? I know only too well, ...

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