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Updated: June 21, 2025
As a philosopher sitting with you amidst the ruins of empires I am at least inclined to believe that we take our mother country more seriously than you do yours! But to return to our point: what are you doing here?" "I'm attending to my business. Which seems to me more than you are doing, Mr. Magin."
The blade glittered in the brightening air and splashed out of sight. And Magin, folding his arms, smiled again at Gaston. "Another object of virtue for the safe custody of the Karun!" "But not all!" cried Gaston thickly, seizing the little pile of gold beside him and flinging it after the knife. Magin's smile broadened. "Have you not forgotten something, Gaston?"
It would have been inconceivable to him, as he stood in his dark stone room listening to Magin's receding stamp, that anything could make him do what Magin demanded. Yet something did it the last drop of the strange essence Dizful had been brewing for him. The letter that accomplished this miracle came to him by the hand of a Bakhtiari from Meidan-i-Naft. It said very little.
"Who the devil are you?" demanded Matthews, hotly. "The Emperor of Elam?" "Ha! I see you are acquainted with the excellent Adolf Ganz!" laughed Magin. "No," he went on in another tone. "His viceroy, perhaps. But as I was saying, it does not suit me to have you stopping here. I can see, however, that you have reason to be surprised, possibly annoyed, at my telling you so.
Thence another passage brought them out into a great open court. Here an invisible jet of water made an illusion of coolness in another, larger, pool, overlooked by a portico of tall slim pillars. Between them Magin caught the glow of a cigar. "Good evening, Ganz," his bass voice called from the court. "Heaven! Is that you?" replied the smoker of the cigar. "What are you doing here, in God's name?
"Heart!" repeated Gaston, with a bitter smile. "It is you who speak of the heart, and of But you do not speak of the little surprise with which you might some day regale me, Mr. Enemy! Nor do you say what you fear that I might take it into my head to go fishing at Umm-un-Nakhl!" "Ah bah!" exclaimed Magin impatiently. "However, you are right. I am not like you.
Matthews began to go over in his mind the short list of Europeans he had met on the Karun, till suddenly he bethought him of that extraordinary barge he had encountered could it be only a couple of days ago? "Magin Sahib?" he asked. "I know him if he is the one who travels in the river in a mehala not like other mehalas, rowed by Lurs."
And, keeping his eyes on Magin, he slowly moved his hand, in which were both the nickel cap and the still-burning match, toward the mouth of the tank. "This!" he answered. Magin watched him. He did not catch the connection at first. He saw it quickly enough, however. In his pale translucent eyes there was something very like a flare. "Look out or we shall go together after all!"
"Nor anywhere else in the Jim River Valley, for that matter." As they approached the Roney place, looking dim and indistinct in the darkness, their voices hushed apprehensively, and the noise of the sled-runners slipping through the snow seemed to them to increase from a purr to a roar. "Here, stob a minute!" whispered Nels, in agony of discovery. "Ve're magin' an awful noise.
In a case which extends across the room are ancient vestments, the key of the old Mission, statuary brackets from the ancient altar, the altar bell, crown of thorns from the Mission crucifix, altar card-frames, and the rosary and crucifix that once belonged to Padre Magin Catalá.
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