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Roger shrieked and kicked at leaving her, and leaned howling from the window, while Marion said over and over again, "Mummy's so sorry ... it's only that just now she isn't well enough to look after you both ... and Richard's the eldest, so he must stay ... and you'll be back ever so soon.... And there's such lovely sands at Dawlish...."
"No, I wasn't. I don't think you are a baby. I cry sometimes." "Do you?" There was a thin note of amazement in his voice. "What do you cry for?" "Oh, lots of things. What do you?" "For mummy it's so cold in bed without mummy." "Do you sleep with mummy, then?" she asked, and she slid a warm arm around his sturdy little neck. "Yes always. Mummy's so warm and she lies so tight.
He was reclining on an atlas ottoman, his face was as wooden as a mummy's, a mere patch-work of wrinkles, he had a dry, thin, pointed nose, shaggy, autumnal-yellow eyebrows, and his large prominent black eyes protected by irritably sensitive eyelids, lent little charm to his peculiar cast of countenance. "Well! Will nobody answer?
"He told me that I should come and live with him, and, to his great lonely house he took me the very day we landed in Boston. Also, he told me he would make arrangements with his lawyers the idea tickled his fancy 'I shall adopt you, he said. 'I shall adopt you along with Isthar' Isthar was the little maid's name, the little mummy's name.
She said something about changing the dress she wore at dinner. She will come." And the Warden thanked his young friend for the great kindness he had shown to Zuleika. He hoped the Duke had not let her worry him with her artless prattle. "She seems to be a good, amiable girl," he added, in his detached way. Sitting beside him, the Duke looked curiously at the venerable profile, as at a mummy's.
He was very old indeed, and the only part of his face that seemed alive were his eyes; they were continually darting from one end of the room to the other, they were never still; but, for the rest, he scarcely moved. His skin was dried and brown like a mummy's, and even when he spoke, his lips hardly stirred.
Upright, but thunderstruck, Paphnutius saw and heard nothing more. One word alone rang in his ears, "Thais is dying!" The thought had never occurred to him. Twenty years had he contemplated a mummy's head, and yet the idea that death would close the eyes of Thais astonished him hopelessly. "Thais is dying!" An incomprehensible saying! "Thais is dying!"
"Mummy's coming," said Rachel tenderly. "What a duck it is!" And bending, she kissed the soft, downy cheek greedily, with the same ardour she had just been throwing into her own dreams of success. She carried the child, now quiet and comforted, towards the house. The warm weight upon her arms was delicious to her.
Was he busy at his magic? Could those spells be enlisted on her side? Then, under an ashen sky of autumn, as night was creeping in, she saw the Arabian ascending the hill to the castle. His tall figure, as fleshless as a mummy's, was swathed in a white robe like a winding sheet; his beaked face and hollow eye-sockets were like a vision of Death.
Think how topping it would be, you and I together, exploring all the wonderland of our Game and Mummy's tales Udaipur, Amber, Chitor, perhaps the shrine of the real Tara " Still demurely distant, she thought "how topping it would be"; and the thought kept her silent so long that he grew impatient. "High Tower Princess do give over. Your grown-up airs are awfully sweet but not to the point.
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