Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

           Thelikenesswasincreasedbythejewelledornamentwhichsheworeinherhair,the"DiskandPlumes",suchasMargaret,too,hadworn.It,too,wasagloriousjewel;onenoblepearlofmoonlightlustre,flankedbycarvenpiecesofmoonstone.

           Mr.Trelawnywasovercomeashelooked.Hequitebrokedown;andwhenMargaretflewtohimandheldhimcloseinherarmsandcomfortedhim,Iheardhimmurmurbrokenly:

           "Itlooksasifyouweredead,mychild!"

           Therewasalongsilence.Icouldhearwithouttheroarofthewind,whichwasnowrisentoatempest,andthefuriousdashingofthewavesfarbelow.Mr.Trelawny’svoicebrokethespell:

           "Lateronwemusttryandfindouttheprocessofembalming.ItisnotlikeanythatIknow.Theredoesnotseemtohavebeenanyopeningcutforthewithdrawingofthevisceraandorgans,whichapparentlyremainintactwithinthebody.Then,again,thereisnomoistureintheflesh;butitsplaceissuppliedwithsomethingelse,asthoughwaxorstearinehadbeenconveyedintotheveinsbysomesubtleprocess.Iwondercoulditbepossiblethatatthattimetheycouldhaveusedparaffin.Itmighthavebeen,bysomeprocessthatweknownot,pumpedintotheveins,whereithardened!"

           Margaret,havingthrownawhitesheetovertheQueen’sbody,askedustobringittoherownroom,wherewelaiditonherbed.Thenshesentusaway,saying:

           "Leaveheralonewithme.