An Egyptian Princess — Volume 07 by Georg Ebers
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page 44 of 65 (67%)
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His conduct to you alone deserves that."
"For shame, old man!" "Nonsense, one must speak one's mind sometimes. I hate a king, who comes from nobody knows where. Why, when he was a poor boy he used to steal your father's nuts, and wrench the name-plates off the house-doors. I saw he was a good-for-nothing fellow then. It's a shame that such people should be allowed to..." "Gently, gently, old man. We are not all made of the same stuff, and if there was such a little difference between you and Amasis as boys, it, is your own fault that, now you are old men, he has outstripped you so far. "My father and grandfather were both servants in the temple, and of course I followed in their footsteps." "Quite right; it is the law of caste, and by that rule, Amasis ought never to have become anything higher than a poor army-captain at most." "It is not every one who's got such an easy conscience as this upstart fellow." "There you are again! For shame, Hib! As long as I can remember, and that is nearly half a century, every other word with you has been an abusive one. When I was a child your ill-temper was vented on me, and now the king has the benefit of it." "Serves him right! All, if you only knew all! It's now seven months since . . ." |
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