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When he got into his room and turned the electric light on, he stood under the cluster and held up his closed hand so that the light fell upon a curiously engraved scarab set in a heavy gold ring which had been given to him on his last birthday by Lord Lester Leighton, a wealthy and accomplished young nobleman who had devoted his learned leisure to Egyptian exploration and research. WHEN HE GOT INTO HIS ROOM AND TURNED THE ELECTRIC LIGHT ON HE STOOD UNDER THE CLUSTER AND HELD HIS CLOSED HAND SO THAT THE LIGHT FELL UPON THE CURIOUSLY ENGRAVED SCARAB SET IN A HEAVY GOLD RING WHICH HAD BEEN GIVEN TO HIM ON HIS LAST BIRTHDAY BY LORD LESTER LEIGHTON A WEALTHY AND ACCOMPLISHED YOUNG NOBLEMAN WHO HAD DEVOTED HIS LEARNED LEISURE TO EGYPTIAN EXPIRATION AND RESEARCH
e senses, "yes, that is the wine of Cos. I drank it. I, Ma-Rim[=o]n, the priest-student of the Higher Mysteries; I, whose feet faltered on the threshold of the Place of the Elect, and whose heart failed him at the portal of the Sanctuary, even though Amen-Ra was beckoning me to cross it." "Good heavens, what nonsense I am talking! Whatever there was in that wine or wherever it came from, I think it is quite time I was off, not to old Egypt, but the Land of Nod. It seems to--no, it has not got into my head; in fact I am beginning to see that, after all, Hartley might very possibly be right about that forty-seventh proposition. Well, I will do as the Russians say, take my thoughts to bed with me, since the morning is wiser than the evening. It is all very mysterious. I certainly hope that Annie won't find these things here in the morning when she comes to clear up. I wonder what the Museum would give me for them if they were not, as I think they are, the unsubstantial fabric of a vision? N OF THE MIND RATHER THAN OF THE SENSES YES THAT IS THE WINE OF COSTS I DRANK IT I MARRIMON THE PRIEST STUDENT OF THE HIGHER MYSTERIES I WHOSE FEET FALTERED ON THE THRESHOLD OF THE PLACE OF THE ELECT AND WHOSE HEART FAILED HIM AT THE PORTAL OF THE SANCTUARY EVEN THOUGH AMANRA WAS BECKONING ME TO CROSS IT GOOD HEAVENS WHAT NONSENSE AM I TALKING WHATEVER THERE WAS IN THAT WINE OR WHEREVER IT CAME FROM I THINK IT'S QUITE TIME I WAS OFF NOT TO OLD EGYPT BUT TO THE LAND OF NAUD IT SEEMS TO NO IT HAS NOT GOT INTO MY HEAD IN FACT I AM A BEGINNING TO SEE THAT AFTER ALL HARTLEY MIGHT VERY POSSIBLY BE RIGHT ABOUT THAT FORTY SEVENTH PROPOSITION WELL I WILL DO AS THE RUSSIANS SAY TAKE MY THOUGHTS TO BED WITH ME SINCE THE MORNING IS WISER THAN THE EVENING IT IS ALL VERY MYSTERIOUS I CERTAINLY HOPE THAT ANNIE WON'T FIND THESE THINGS HERE IN THE MORNING WHEN SHE COMES TO CLEAR UP I WONDER WHAT THE MUSEUM WOULD GIVE ME FOR THEM IF THEY WERE NOT AS I THINK THEY ARE THE UNSUSTENTIATED FABRIC OF A VISION
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