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a servant drew close, murmuring. neith addressed her with the usual soft-snow regard that was becoming her own elegance. khaemwaset, who registered the fellahin as little more than a throw-pillow, turned away from their conversation.

now miss t was approaching mother and father; the prince got to his own feet with a dismal look, jealous that the sesh should be received while he had been left here as an infant might.