"It is very strange," she said with a sudden access of womanlike
trembling and agitation which seemed out of place in this awful
woman--"but once I knew a scarab like to that. It--hung round the
neck--of one I loved," and she gave a little sob, and I saw that after
all she was only a woman, although she might be a very old one.
"There," she went on, "it must be one like to it, and yet never did
I see one like to it, for thereto hung a history, and he who wore it
prized it much.[*] But the scarab that I knew was not set thus in the
bezel of a ring. Go now, Holly, go, and, if thou canst, try to forget
that thou hast of thy folly looked upon Ayesha's beauty," and, turning
from me, she flung herself on her couch, and buried her face in the
cushions.
[*] I am informed by a renowned and learned Egyptologist, to
whom I have submitted this very interesting and beautifully
finished scarab, "Suten se Ra," that he has never seen one
resembling it. Although it bears a title frequently given to
Egyptian royalty, he is of opinion that it is not
necessarily the cartouche of a Pharaoh, on which either the
throne or personal name of the monarch is generally
inscribed.
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