She by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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lamentations: and being afraid, me she sent to the mouth of the great
river where the ships come, and I was carried far away on the ships where I gave thee birth, and hither to Athens I came at last after many wanderings. Now I say to thee, my son, Tisisthenes, seek out the woman, and learn the secret of Life, and if thou mayest find a way slay her, because of thy father Kallikrates; and if thou dost fear or fail, this I say to all thy seed who come after thee, till at last a brave man be found among them who shall bathe in the fire and sit in the place of the Pharaohs. I speak of those things, that though they be past belief, yet I have known, and I lie not._" [*] Nekht-nebf, or Nectanebo II., the last native Pharaoh of Egypt, fled from Ochus to Ethiopia, B.C. 339.--Editor. "May the Lord forgive her for that," groaned Job, who had been listening to this marvellous composition with his mouth open. As for myself, I said nothing: my first idea being that my poor friend, being demented, had composed the whole thing, though it scarcely seemed likely that such a story could have been invented by anybody. It was too original. To solve my doubts I took up the potsherd and began to read the close uncial Greek writing on it; and very good Greek of the period it is, considering that it came from the pen of an Egyptian born. Here is an exact transcript of it:-- ÎÎÎÎÎΡΤÎΣΤÎÎ¥ÎÎΣÎÎÎÎÎÎ¥ÎÎÎÎΥΣΤÎÎ¥ÎÎÎΥΠΤÎÎÎ¥ÎΤÎÎ¥ÎÎÎÎÎÎΡÎΤÎΥΣÎΣÎÎÎΣÎÎΡÎΩΣÎÎÎ ÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎΤΡÎΦÎΥΣÎΤÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎΥΠÎΤÎΣΣÎΤÎÎÎÎÎΤÎÎÎΥΤΩΣÎΤÎΣÎΣÎÎÎÎÎΤΩΠÎÎÎÎÎÎ ÎΣΤÎÎÎÎÎΤÎÎÎΣΥÎÎΦΥÎÎÎÎÎΡΠÎΤÎÎÎΤÎΣÎÎÎΥΠΤÎÎΣÎÎ ÎÎÎÎΤÎÎÎÎÎÎ¥ÎÎΤÎΤÎΥΣÎΥΠÎΤΡΠΣÎÎÎΤÎÎÎΡΩΤÎΤÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎ ÎÎΡÎÎΣÎÎΤÎΣΦΥÎÎÎΤÎΣÎÎΠΡÎΣÎÎΤÎÎÎÎÎÎ ÎÎΤÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎ |
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