Where had she heard the name before--or where had she seen it?
It kept flashing before her eyes. Where had she seen it? For days she had
been rummaging among old papers in the library of the Cloistered House,
and in an old box full of correspondence and papers of the late countess,
who had died suddenly. Was it among them that she had seen the name? She
could not tell. It was all vague, but that she had seen it or heard it
she was sure.
"Your father's people, you never knew them?"
He shook his head. "Nor of them. Here was my home--I had no desire to
discover them. We draw in upon ourselves here."
"There is great force in such a life and such a people," she answered.
"If the same concentration of mind could be carried into the wide life of
the world, we might revolutionise civilisation; or vitalise and advance
it, I mean--as you are doing in Egypt."
"I have done nothing in Egypt. I have sounded the bugle--I have not had
my fight."
"That is true in a sense," she replied. "Your real struggle is before
you. I do not know why I say it, but I do say it; I feel it.
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