The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Volume 6 by Gilbert Parker
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possible. What had Lacey said? "A few thousand men by parcel-post, and
some red seals-British officers." "We meet under different circumstances," she replied meaningly. "You were asking a great favour then." "Ah, but of you, madame?" "I think you appealed to me when you were doubtful of the result." "Well, madame, it may be so--but, yes, you are right; I thought you were Claridge Pasha's kinswoman, I remember." "Excellency, you said you thought I was Claridge Pasha's kinswoman." "And you are not?" he asked reflectively. He did not understand the slight change that passed over her face. His kinswoman--Claridge Pasha's kinswoman! "I was not his kinswoman," she answered calmly. "You came to ask a favour then of Claridge Pasha; your life-work to do under him. I remember your words: 'I can aid thee in thy great task. Thou wouldst remake our Egypt, and my heart is with you. I would rescue, not destroy. . . . I would labour, but my master has taken away from me the anvil, the fire, and the hammer, and I sit without the door like an armless beggar.' Those were your words, and Claridge Pasha listened and believed, and saved your life and gave you work; and now again you have power greater than all others in Egypt." |
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