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He speaks in the name of the Gods, and they measure hearts with an equal measure. The ell-measure is the symbol of the Goddess of Truth. I feel that it is all not unjust; and yet I find it hard to submit to the priest's decree, for I am the daughter of Rameses!" "Aye, indeed!" exclaimed Nefert, "and he is himself a God!" "But he taught me to respect the laws!" interrupted the princess.
He speaks in the name of the Gods, and they measure hearts with an equal measure. The ell-measure is the symbol of the Goddess of Truth. I feel that it is all not unjust; and yet I find it hard to submit to the priest's decree, for I am the daughter of Rameses!" "Aye, indeed!" exclaimed Nefert, "and he is himself a God!" "But he taught me to respect the laws!" interrupted the princess.
The latter, however, was not a man to be quelled by words, for he caught up his ell-measure sword-sheath and belabored the cursing clerk with it. The latter, unable to escape from the shower of blows, set spurs to his mule and rode for his life, with his enemy thundering behind him.
He speaks in the name of the Gods, and they measure hearts with an equal measure. The ell-measure is the symbol of the Goddess of Truth. I feel that it is all not unjust; and yet I find it hard to submit to the priest's decree, for I am the daughter of Rameses!" "Aye, indeed!" exclaimed Nefert, "and he is himself a God!" "But he taught me to respect the laws!" interrupted the princess.
"Mighty intellect, thou graspest the truth!" exclaimed Adam. "But," pursued the earl, with a mixture of prejudice and judgment, "grant thee success to the full, and thou wouldst turn this bold land of yeomanry and manhood into one community of griping traders and sickly artisans. Mort Dieu! we are over-commerced as it is, the bow is already deserted for the ell-measure.
"Mighty intellect, thou graspest the truth!" exclaimed Adam. "But," pursued the earl, with a mixture of prejudice and judgment, "grant thee success to the full, and thou wouldst turn this bold land of yeomanry and manhood into one community of griping traders and sickly artisans. Mort Dieu! we are over-commerced as it is, the bow is already deserted for the ell-measure.
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