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However, the vast size of the figures on the front of the propylæa of Edfou does certainly, in spite of their awkwardness, produce an imposing effect, especially at the time we first beheld them, when the gray twilight had descended upon the earth, and night was already thickening beneath the heavy portico. We walked, or rather slid, down into the great court.
Suddenly Isaacson breathed quietly. He unclenched his hands. A wave it was like that a wave of strong self-possession seemed to inundate him. Now, in the darkness on the bank, a great doctor stood. And this doctor had nothing to do with the far-off lights by Edfou. His mission lay elsewhere. "Go forth go forth from this world!"
He did not land to visit Esneh. He would have nothing to do with El-Kab. Hassan was surprised, inclined to be argumentative, but bowed to the will of the dreamer. Nevertheless, when at last Edfou was reached, he made one more effort to rouse the spirit of the sight-seer in his strangely inert protector; and this time, almost to his surprise, Isaacson responded.
While he had been in the temple of Edfou he had come to a conclusion with himself. Entirely alone in the semi-darkness of the most perfect building, and the most perfectly calm building, that he had ever entered, he had known his own calm and what his instinct told him in it. Had he not spent those hours in Edfou, possibly he might have denied the insistent voice of his instinct.
And he was out of range of the vision of any one on the balcony, although now so close to it that it was almost as if he stood upon it. The Nile flowed near his feet with a sucking murmur that was very faint in the night. There was no other sound to interfere between him and the two voices. A dress rustled. He thought of the sanctuary in the temple of Edfou.
When the Ptolemies assumed the sceptre of the Pharaohs, they blended the delicate taste of Ionia with the rich invention of the Nile; and they produced the most splendid creations of architectural power that can now be witnessed. Such is the refined Philoe such the magnificent Dendera such the sumptuous Edfou!
And I find you in a temple." "It is the first I have entered. I couldn't pass Edfou." "Why?" "Perhaps because I felt that I should meet you in it." He spoke now with the lightness of an agreeable man of the world paying a compliment to a pretty woman. "My good angel perhaps guided me into the Holy of Holies because you were shall I say dreaming in it?" She moved and walked on.
He would come back and see the face that went with that changed voice, that voice which he had hardly recognized. "Go forth upon thy journey, Christian soul! Go from this world!" He moved to go away to those far-off lights which showed where the Fatma lay, by Edfou. "Go forth ... go from this world!" Was it the voice of a priest? Or was it the irreparable voice of a woman?
At Edfou the effect of this surprise is partly injured by the circumstances: first, the accumulation of huts through which you approach; and second, that of mounds of dirt which have risen nearly to the height of the doorway.
You are getting better, although you don't think so." "Ruby" the voice was almost stern, and now it was more like the voice that Isaacson knew "Ruby, I'm getting worse. To-day I feel that I'm going to die." "Let me telegraph for Doctor Hartley. At dawn to-morrow I shall send the boat to Edfou " "If only Isaacson were here!" There was a silence. Then Mrs.
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