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The easily-moved Phanes clapped him on the shoulder and said, turning to Nebenchari: "Hib is a faithful fellow. I give you leave to call me a rascal, if he has taken one single obolus from me."

Phanes had calculated rightly, and had the pleasure of seeing, that as he uttered the last words Nebenchari pressed his hand on a rose which lay on the table before him, and crushed it to pieces. The Greek suppressed a smile of satisfaction, and did not even raise his eyes from the ground, but continued speaking: "Well, now we must bring the travelling adventures of good old Hib to a close.

You are so intriguing and artful, that there is no lie, no fraud, too base, if it will only help to gain your purpose." "You judge me and my countrymen in true Egyptian fashion; that is, they are foreigners, and therefore must be bad men. But this time your suspicions happen to be misplaced. Send for old Hib; he will tell you whether I am right or not."

The old man made another obeisance, and before his master left him, said: "I came here under the protection of Phanes, the former commander of the Greek mercenaries. He wishes very much to speak with you." "That is his concern. He can come to me." "You never leave that sick girl, whose eyes are as sound as . . ." "Hib!" "For all I care she may have a cataract in both.

Inroads were reciprocally made; towns were taken and retaken; and large armies were repeatedly brought in face of each other. Hib. ii. 511; Carte, ii. 20, 31-36; Belling, in his MS. History of the late War in Ireland, part iv. 1-40. He has inserted most of the papers which passed between the parties in this work. Oxford, 1726.

The rest you knew already." Nebenchari bowed assent and gave Hib a sign to leave the room, which the old man obeyed, grumbling and scolding in a low tone as he departed. When the door had closed on him, Nebenchari, the man whose calling was to heal, drew nearer to the soldier Phanes, and said: "I am afraid we cannot be allies after all, Greek." "Why not?"

He was endeavoring, with loud cries, to prevent a number of men of his own class from carrying a large chest out of the house. "What right have you to rob my master?" he shrieked indignantly. "Compose yourself, old Hib!" shouted one of these inferior priests, the same whose acquaintance we made on the arrival of the Asiatic Embassy.

"Quite right; it is the law of caste, and by that rule, Amasis ought never to have become anything higher than a poor army-captain at most." "It is not every one who's got such an easy conscience as this upstart fellow." "There you are again! For shame, Hib! As long as I can remember, and that is nearly half a century, every other word with you has been an abusive one.

PRESSUTI has published one volume of the Registers of Honorius III . From the Vatican archives also comes THEINER'S Vetera Monumenta Hib. et Scot. Historiam illustrantia , beginning in 1216.

You are so intriguing and artful, that there is no lie, no fraud, too base, if it will only help to gain your purpose." "You judge me and my countrymen in true Egyptian fashion; that is, they are foreigners, and therefore must be bad men. But this time your suspicions happen to be misplaced. Send for old Hib; he will tell you whether I am right or not."