"I think that no one knows the truth. But it is all in the hands of God.
We can do nothing more. Thee must go. Thee should not have come. In
England thee will forget, as thee should forget. In Egypt I shall
remember, as I should remember."
"Thee," she repeated softly. "I love the Quaker thee. My grandmother was
an American Quaker. She always spoke like that. Will you not use thee and
thou in speaking to me, always?"
"We are not likely to speak together in any language in the future," he
answered. "But now thee must go, and I will--"
"My cousin, Mr. Lacey, is waiting for me in the garden," she answered. "I
shall be safe with him." She moved towards the door. He caught the handle
to turn it, when there came the noise of loud talking, and the sound of
footsteps in the court-yard. He opened the door slightly and looked out,
then closed it quickly. "It is Nahoum Pasha," he said. "Please, the other
room," he added, and pointed to a curtain. "There is a window leading on
a garden. The garden-gate opens on a street leading to the Ezbekiah
Square and your hotel.
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