Donovan Pasha, and Some People of Egypt — Volume 1 by Gilbert Parker
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With the telegram in his hand, he thought of his few English assistants,
and sighed; for the game they would play was the game of Hercules and Death over the body of Alcestis. Dicky noted the sigh, read the telegram, drank another glass of claret, lighted a cigarette, drew his coffee to him, and said: "The Khedive is away--I'm off duty; take me." Fielding looked surprised, yet with an eye of hope. If there was one man in Egypt who could do useful work in the business, it was little Dicky Donovan, who had a way with natives such as no man ever had in Egypt; who knew no fear of anything mortal; who was as tireless as a beaver, as keen-minded as a lynx is sharp-eyed. It was said to Dicky's discredit that he had no heart, but Fielding knew better. When Dicky offered himself now, Fielding said, almost feverishly: "But, dear old D., you don't see--" "Don't I?--Well, then, "'What are the blessings of the sight?-- Oh, tell your poor blind boy!'" What Fielding told him did not alter his intention, nor was it Fielding's wish that it should, though he felt it right to warn the little man what sort of thing was in store for them. "As if I don't know, old lime-burner!" answered Dicky coolly. In an hour they were on the Amenhotep, and in two hours they were on the way--a floating hospital--to the infected district of Kalamoun. There |
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