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Updated: June 19, 2025
In that interval he had learned about hyenas at first hand, through the plight of Beatrice Hichens and the children; also his servant Bhanah had come to him, and the Great Dane, Nels; still it had been a vague stretch of days, in retrospect. It was during the return-trip to Hurda that the thing happened which held him now as he lay broad awake.
But it's not just her profession; it's herself. She's really wonderful; her sweetness is so strong and all her strengths are so lovely." "She is wonderful to me," Skag said. "I'm congratulating you, you understand?" The present Mrs. Hichens smiled as she added: "I've heard that she has a fine discernment of men." He went before sunset.
After he had gone she asked her ayah to find out about who he was and whatever concerning him. When Police Commissioner Hichens came up that week-end, he was so seriously dissatisfied with the tediousness of her recovery, that she had no inclination to tell him about having gone out from the tent on her own unsteady feet, at all.
This is the chief thing, that my master is his heart's desire. But also I know he will kill when there is need for him to kill." "Does he ever fail?" "If he had ever failed, he would not be here. The Police Commissioner Hichens Sahib to whom may the gods render his due! has many times set him in the teeth of death; when occasion could be prepared, always." "He did not fight the hyena."
Hichens has left to help us: and you may or may not connect with it what I am going to relate of my own experience. . . . The old church, as you know, was destroyed by fire in the morning hours of Christmas Day, 1870.
For in the space between the ship-board engagement and the wedding a railway accident changes poor Agnes from a still beautiful and active woman to a nerve-ridden invalid. One odd point; you will hardly get any distance into Miss E.S. STEVENS' exceedingly well-written story without being struck by its resemblance to one of Mr. HICHENS' romances.
Gerhart Hauptmann and Robert Hichens; Voltaire and Henry Van Dyke; Flaubert and John Fox, Jr.; Balzac and John Kendrick Bangs; Ostrovsky and E. Phillips Oppenheim; Elinor Glyn and Théophile Gautier; Joseph Conrad and Robert W. Chambers; Zola and Zangwill!...
Hichens in the library at Sabines, seated stiffly, listening while she construed. If only tutors guessed what they taught! She hummed the lines: "Nihil ille deos" he cared nothing for church rites; "nil carmina" she needed no incantations. She never doubted that he would arrive; but, as the day wore on, she told herself that very likely he had missed his road.
Hichens wistfully, "I regret the interruption; for I had even played with the thought of teaching you some Hebrew." He paused and sighed. "But doubtless the Almighty denies us these small pleasures for our good. . . . Shall we begin with our repetition? I forget the number of the Psalm?" "The forty-fifth," said Ruth, finding the place and handing him the book.
At night there was fantasia on board, with our boatmen dancing each other down, like Highlanders, and the next day brought us to Edfu, which all the women were wild to see because Robert Hichens had called its green-blue the "true colour of love": an adorable temple sacred to Horus, as there he conquered and killed Set.
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