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Updated: June 24, 2025
For every pilgrim who goes to Edfu to-day is surely a worshipper of the solar aspect of Horus. As long as the world lasts there will be sun-worshippers. Every brown man upon the Nile is one, and every good American who crosses the ocean and comes at last into the sombre wonder of Edfu, and I was one upon the deck of the Loulia.
But when they were close to the Loulia, almost under the blue light that shone at her mast-head, he said, in a low and secretive voice: "I think you had better take the lead, as you are my senior. It will appear more natural." "Very well. But I don't want to seem to " "No, no! Don't mind about me! I shall perfectly understand. I have chosen to call you in.
Surely, it could never come to her here in the golden warmth of Upper Egypt. She said to herself that she would not shudder again now that she had escaped from that blanched end of the world where desperation had seized her. The day of departure for the Nile journey had come, and Nigel and she set foot upon the Loulia for the first time as proprietors.
He performed his duties carefully, and was always elaborately polite, but he had an air of secrecy, of uneasiness, and almost of gloom, and when she mentioned Baroudi, he said: "My lady, I know nothin'." "Well, but on the Loulia?" she persisted. "The Reis the crew ?" "They knows nothin'. Nobody heeyah know nothin' at all." Then she resolved to wait no longer, but to go and find out for herself.
That Isaacson clearly recognized it would place him at so grave a disadvantage that it might render his position impossible. What had been the scene last night after he had left the Loulia? How had it affected the sick man? Again he seemed to hear that dreadful laughter, the cries that had followed upon it! "If I am not to see Mr. Armine as a doctor, then I must ask to see him as a friend."
"Will you obey me?" Isaacson interrupted, almost sternly. "Yes," Nigel said, in a weak voice. "And now just lie quiet, and remember you are going towards your home, in which I intend to get you quite well." And the Loulia floated down with the tide, slowly, and broadside to the great river, for there was no wind at all, and the weather was hot almost as a furnace.
The white door opened gently, and Hamza reappeared. He made a gesture which invited Isaacson to come to him. Isaacson felt that he consciously braced himself, as a strong man braces himself for a conflict. Then he went over the deck, down the shallow steps, and was led by Hamza into the first saloon of the Loulia, that room which Baroudi had called his "den," and which Mrs.
But there is no chance for any of us. In the first place the Loulia is tied up at the western bank, on the Theban side of the river, and, in the second place, she belongs for the season to the Nigel Armines. And, as of course you remember, Mrs. Nigel Armine was Mrs. Chepstow, and utterly impossible. Now she is married again she may think she will be received, but she never will be.
As Isaacson stood a little way off on the lonely bank of the Nile in this deserted place for the Loulia was tied up far from any village, in a desolate reach of the river he thought that he had never heard till now any music at the same time so pitiless and so sad, so cruel, and yet, at moments, so full of a rough and artless yearning.
"D'you know where the boat is the Loulia?" "Somewhere between Luxor and Assouan, I believe. Armine and his wife are perfect turtle-doves, you know, always keep to themselves and get right away from the crowd. One never sees 'em, except by chance. She's playin' the model wife. Wonder how long it'll last!" In his laugh there was a sound of cynical incredulity.
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