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The Ivory Child by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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indignation inspired by my intense curiosity. "How did you get out of
England after you had tried to steal away the lady to whom you sent the
necklace? What did you do with that lady after you had beguiled her from
the boat at Abu-Simbel? In the name of your Holy Child, or of Shaitan
of the Mohammedans, or of Set of the Egyptians, answer me, lest I should
make an end of both of you, which I can do here without any questions
being asked," and I whipped out my pistol.

"Pardon us," said Harût with a grave smile, "but if you were to do as
you say, Lord Macumazana, many questions would be asked which _you_
might find it hard to answer. So be pleased to put that death-dealer
back into its place, and to tell us before we reply to you, what you
know of Set of the Egyptians."

"As much or as little as you do," I replied.

Both bowed as though this information were of the most satisfactory
order. Then Harût went on: "In reply to your requests, O Macumazana, we
left England by a steamboat and in due course after long journeyings we
reached our own country. We do not understand your allusions to a place
called Abu-Simbel on the Nile, whence, never having been there, we have
taken no lady. Indeed, we never meant to take that lady to whom we sent
a necklace in England. We only meant to ask certain questions of her, as
she had the gift of vision, when you appeared and interrupted us. What
should we want with white ladies, who have already far too many of our
own?"

"I don't know," I replied, "but I do know that you are the biggest liars
I ever met."

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