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Updated: May 10, 2025

There was a great quietness everywhere, the rising and falling inflections of Sah-luma's soft, rich voice rather, deepened than disturbed the stillness, the pen of Zabastes glided noiselessly over the slips of papyrus, and the small sounds of the outer air, such as the monotonous hum of bees among the masses of lily-bloom that towered in white clusters between the festooned awnings, the thirsty twitterimg of birds hiding under the long palm leaves to shelter themselves from the heat, and the incessant splash of the fountains, ... all seemed to be, as it were, mere appendages to enhance the breathless hush of nature.

Marie Corelli - Ardath