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"I thank you for your sympathy, Lady Esmondet; but I fear yours would be the only vote recorded in my favor, so the 'Sphynx' must needs make us her own." "As she did many an unhappy mortal in days of yore, in her Theban home. I wonder if they looked as resigned in their martyrdom as poor Capt. Trevalyon does," said Vaura. "I used to think Oedipus finished her," said Trevalyon.
The sphynx which she had read had been one much more in her own line. She had simply read the thoughts in her daughter's bosom or rather, the feelings in her daughter's heart. Augustus Staveley hardly knew what he ought to say. He was not prepared to tell his friend that he was the very brother-in-law for whose connection he would be desirous.
The person addressed, a grave man, of middle age, and the same who had had the words with Endicott about the cutting out of the cross, took the questioner aside, and, as soon as they were out of hearing, answered: "Truly am I afraid that I shall also be involved in thy condemnation of those who return answers after the manner of the sphynx; but, to be short, there have two ships lately arrived from England, bringing, it is said, unpleasant tidings touching Sir Christopher Gardiner."
The Sphynx is grand in its loneliness; it is imposing in its magnitude; it is impressive in the mystery that hangs over its story. And there is that in the overshadowing majesty of this eternal figure of stone, with its accusing memory of the deeds of all ages, which reveals to one something of what he shall feel when he shall stand at last in the awful presence of God.
Cairo Quarrel with the captain Rapacity of the beggars The custom-house The consulate Aspect of Cairo Narrow and crowded streets Costumes The mad-house Disgusting exhibition Joseph's well Palace of Mehemet Ali Dates Mosques at Cairo Excursion to the pyramids of Gizeh Gizeh Eggs hatched by artificial heat Ascent of the pyramids The sphynx Return to Cairo. August 22d.
Here I dwelt like a hermit, refusing to give change to the rare passers-by in carts and gigs, and attended by a handy fellow, William Evans, stolid as the Sphynx, which word, for reasons that may or may not appear later in this narrative, I prefer to spell with a y, contrary to the best authorities and usual custom. It was midwinter, and midnight. My room lay in darkness. Heavy snow was falling.
The sphynxes were small, and had unfortunately suffered more damage than the bulls. Shortly before my arrival, an obelisk of inconsiderable height, a small and uninjured sphynx, together with other remains, had been sent to England. The excavations near Tel-Nimroud have been discontinued about a year, and Mr. Layard has been recalled to London.
"Why won't you tell me where she is?" he asked in his friendliest voice, and that would wheedle secrets from the Sphynx. "Her secrets are her own, and may Allah help her guard them! I will tear my tongue out first!" "Enviable woman!" murmured King. "Pass, friend!" he ordered, reining aside.
Balloon transportation ridin' through the air swift as the wind what idees that riz up under my fore-top, of takin' breakfast to home, and a-eatin' supper with the Widder Albert, or some of her folks, and spendin' the night with the Sphynx, a-settin' out by moonlight on the pyramids a-settin' on the top stun, my feet on another one, and my chin in my hand, a-meditatin' on queer things, and a-neighborin' with 'em.
Maria Consuelo smiled and as usual her strong red lips closed as soon as she had finished speaking, a habit which lent the smile something unusual, half-mysterious, and self-contained. "I see nothing to laugh at," answered Orsino. "Did the mythological personage whose name I have forgotten laugh when the sphynx proposed the riddle to him?"
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