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The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Volume 5 by Gilbert Parker
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opened the flimsy cover. Shutting her eyes, she lay still for a moment
--still and vague; she was only conscious of one thing, that a curtain
had dropped on the terrible pictures she had seen, and that her mind was
in a comforting quiet. Presently she roused herself, and turned the
letter over in her hand. It was not long--was that because its news was
bad news? The first chronicles of disaster were usually brief! She
smoothed the paper out-it had been crumpled and was a little soiled-and
read it swiftly. It ran:

DEAR LADY COUSIN--As the poet says, "Man is born to trouble as the
sparks fly upward," and in Egypt the sparks set the stacks on fire
oftener than anywhere else, I guess. She outclasses Mexico as a
"precious example" in this respect. You needn't go looking for
trouble in Mexico; it's waiting for you kindly. If it doesn't find
you to-day, well, manana. But here it comes running like a native
to his cooking-pot at sunset in Ramadan. Well, there have been
"hard trials" for the Saadat. His cotton-mills were set on fire-
can't you guess who did it? And now, down in Cairo, Nahoum runs
Egypt; for a messenger that got through the tribes worrying us tells
us that Kaid is sick, and Nahoum the Armenian says, you shall, and
you shan't, now. Which is another way of saying, that between us
and the front door of our happy homes there are rattlesnakes that
can sting--Nahoum's arm is long, and his traitors are crawling under
the canvas of our tents!

I'm not complaining for myself. I asked for what I've got, and,
dear Lady Cousin, I put up some cash for it, too, as a man should.
No, I don't mind for myself, fond as I am of loafing, sort of
pottering round where the streets are in the hands of a pure police;
for I've seen more, done more, thought more, up here, than in all my
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