Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

           InavoicewhoseabsoluteuncompromisinghardnessIshallhearinmyearsattimestillmydyingday,hesaid:

           "Choose!Speak!Whenthesunhasdippedbelowthesea,itwillbetoolate!"ThegloryofthedyingsunseemedtolightupMargaret’sface,tillitshoneasiflitfromwithinbyanoblelight,assheanswered:

           "Eventhat!"

           Thensteppingovertowherethemummycatstoodonthelittletable,sheplacedherhandonit.Shehadnowleftthesunlight,andtheshadowslookeddarkanddeepoverher.Inaclearvoiceshesaid:

           "WereITera,Iwouldsay’TakeallIhave!ThisnightisfortheGodsalone!’"

           Asshespokethesundipped,andthecoldshadowsuddenlyfellonus.Weallstoodstillforawhile.Silviojumpedfrommyarmsandranovertohismistress,rearinghimselfupagainstherdressasifaskingtobelifted.Hetooknonoticewhateverofthemummynow.

           Margaretwasgloriouswithallherwontedsweetnessasshesaidsadly:

           "Thesunisdown,Father!Shallanyofusseeitagain?Thenightofnightsiscome!"