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He wore a double-jeweled ring on his apoplectic finger, and a scarab scarf-pin. His eyes were keen and shifty; his teeth had acquired the habit of clutching his fat black cigar viciously while he snarled his rather loose lips about them in conversation. Uncle Ramsay never looked one in the face when he was talking.
He couldn't have known he couldn't have known anything!" Ashe's enthusiasm was a trifle damped. "There's something in that. But I have it! Jones must have known about the scarab and told him." "But how could he have known?" "Yes; there's something in that, too. How could Jones have known?" "He couldn't. He had gone by the time Aline came that night." "I don't quite understand. Which night?"
There was also a tortoise-shell comb of wonderful beauty to match the necklace. The crown of the comb was formed of turquoises and pearls. Just in the center of the comb was a tiny scarab made of turquoises. The scarab Madge knew to be a beetle sacred to the Egyptians. She wondered if the beautiful set of jewelry had an unusual history.
"Scarab, tarantula, doodle-bug, flea." The beggar rapidly made the sign that protects one from the influence of the malign and supernatural. The scientist scowled. "Repeat it!" she commanded. "There is no such insect as a doodle-bug," he protested feebly. "Isn't there? I thought I heard you mention it in your conversation with Mr. Carroll the other night." "You put that into my head," he accused.
There was nobody beside ourselves who knew Mr. Peters was offering the reward. What exactly happened last night?" "I waited until one o'clock. Then I slipped down, got into the museum, struck a match, and looked for the scarab. It wasn't there. I couldn't believe it at first. I struck some more matches quite a number but it was no good.
That there was something about that ancient scarab, which figures so largely in the still unravelled tangles of the Egyptian mythologies, and the effect which the mere sight of its cartouch for the drawing had resembled something of the kind had had on such a seasoned vessel as Paul Lessingham, which might be well worth my finding out, I felt convinced, the man's demeanour, on my recurring to the matter, told its own plain tale.
We lived for a while with Professor Flanders in the Fayum district; I saw the ruins of Kahun, built nearly three thousand years before the coming of Christ; I myself picked up a scarab as old as the ruins! . . . Captain Selwyn I was only a child of ten; I could understand very little of what I saw and heard, but I have never, never forgotten the happiness of that winter! . . . And that is why, at times, pleasures tire me a little; and a little discontent creeps in.
"The most common form of scarab is in the shape of a ring. Scarabs were used for seals. They were also employed as beads or ornaments. Some scarabaei bear inscriptions having reference to places; as, for instance: 'Memphis is mighty forever." Mr. Peters' scorn changed to active interest. "Have you got one like that?" "Like what?" "A scarab boosting Memphis. It's my home town."
On a lining of white satin lay a wondrous ruby of immense size, almost as big as the top joint of Margaret's little finger. It was carven it could not possibly have been its natural shape, but jewels do not show the working of the tool into the shape of a scarab, with its wings folded, and its legs and feelers pressed back to its sides.
It was all very unromantic. Strange how ugliness is the mother of beauty, and the sacred fairy-winged scarab of Art comes forth from dirt. One day Paul came to The Hostel. Flamby was engaged in hanging pictures when she heard his voice in the courtyard below. She was standing on a chair, but her heart began to beat so ridiculously that she was compelled to sit down.
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