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You are being avenged!" Mohammed Ali's warning to the kachef Youssouf had not been disregarded. In the secret vault, the entrance to which had been confided by Mourad Bey to his wife on his deathbed, Sitta Nefysseh's treasure now lay in security.
"But why is my boy pale and exhausted?" asked Sitta Khadra, anxiously, as she clasped him in her arms. "I don't know!" said he, wearily. "It seems to me that my feet refuse to bear me longer, that something is drawing me upward. Let us go to the hut, mother."
But her own declaration of her innocence will not suffice for me. She must have as much proof of her innocence as I have of her guilt. Go to Sitta Nefysseh. You will find her in the house of Sheik Hesseyni." With a profound bow the sheiks withdrew from the viceroy's apartment and repaired to the house of Sheik Hesseyni.
To die near you, beholding you in death, were heavenly bliss." Sitta Nefysseh had disappeared behind the clump of bushes. Kachef Youssouf still stood before the kiosk. He listened. The music had ceased. He knew that his mistress was returning with her women to the house.
But Sitta Nefysseh is unapproachable, virtue attends her in all her ways, modesty and dignity are everywhere her companions. No one dares approach her chaste reputation with even a breath of reproach. Youssouf steps into the inner court-yard; he lays his hand on his brown beard and strokes its curly locks. "Be a man," murmur his lips. "Be resolute. Alas!
You have buried my treasures, and I will bury my greatest, holiest treasure you, Youssouf Bey; and with you Sitta Nefysseh buries her youth, her love, and her grandeur, to be henceforth only a poor widow, who lives in solitary retirement, a prey to sorrow. Sleep, Youssouf Bey! You will awake with me above, to an eternal life sleep, Youssouf!"
Sitta Nefysseh leaned back against the cushions while the carriage rolled through the streets, her thoughts far distant from her present surroundings. "I thank thee, Allah, that he is saved!" she murmured to herself. "I thank thee! He would have been excited to ungovernable wrath, and he would have been punished and imprisoned as a rebel. I have saved him! What have I now to fear?
"The viceroy requires that the Sitta shall not return to her house, as he has been informed that she often receives the visits of the Mameluke chieftains there. Her house is in the outskirts of the city, and it is difficult to observe those who enter and leave it.
If you are an honest and brave man, general, proved by mercifully espousing the cause of those who were lured to destruction in your name yes, in your name, General Hutchinson yes, it devolves upon you, and your honor requires that you compel them, to yield up the wounded and the dead." Thus lamented Sitta Nefysseh as she knelt before General Hutchinson, her arms extended in wild entreaty.
"I know I can safely confide to the kachef of my deceased husband all that I have and possess. You will keep the keys; and listen, Youssouf, should I die- " "Die!" he exclaimed, with a cry which he found it impossible to repress. "Die! you, Sitta Nefysseh?" "I am mortal, as we all are, as great Mourad was!" said she, gravely.
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