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The silence between them had been long and yet so solemn in its wordless meaning that he had not dared to break it. THE SILENCE BETWEEN THEM HAD BEEN LONG AND YET SO SOLEMN IN ITS WORDLESS MEANING THAT HE DARED NOT BREAK IT
he unknown future. Symbol, too, in its countless ripples under the fresh north wind, of the generations of Man drifting endlessly down the Stream of Time. He was standing in the dark shadows of a huge pylon at one end of the broad white terrace of the palace of Pepi in Memphis--he, Ma-Rim[=o]n, Priest of Amen-Ra and Initiate of the Higher Mysteries. Nitocris was standing beside him with her hands clasped behind her and her head slightly thrown back, and as she gazed out over the river the moonlight fell full on the white loveliness of her face and into the dark depths of her eyes, where it seemed to lose itself in the dusk that lay deep down in them, a dusk like the shadow of a soul in sorrow. He looked upon her face, and saw in it a beauty and a mystery deeper even than the beauty and the mystery of the Egyptian night as it was in those old days--the face of a fair woman, a riddle of the gods which men might go mad in seeking to read aright, and yet never learn the true meaning of it. IL THE STILL MORE HAZY DOMAIN OF THE UNKNOWN FUTURE SYMBOL TOO IN ITS COUNTLESS RIPPLES UNDER THE FRESH NORTH WIND OF GENERATIONS OF MAN DRIFTING ENDLESSLY DOWN THE STREAM OF TIME HE WAS STANDING IN THE DARK SHADOWS OF A HUGE PYLON AT THE END OF ONE OF THE BROAD WHITE TERRACE OF THE PALACE OF PEPI AND MEMPHIS HE MARRIMO PRIEST OF AMENRA AN INITIATE OF THE HIGHER MYSTERIES NICHUS WAS STANDING BESIDE HIM WITH HER HANDS CLASED BEHIND HER AND HER HEAD THROWN SLIGHTLY BACK AS SHE GAZED OUT OVER THE RIVER THE MOONLIGHT FELL FULL ON THE WHITE LOVELINESS OF HER FACE AND INTO THE DARK DEPTHS OF HER EYES WHERE IT SEEMED TO LOSE ITSELF IN THE DUST THAT LAY DEEP DOWN IN THEM A DUST LIKE THE SHADOW OF A SOUL IN SORROW HE LOOKED UPON HER FACE AND SAW IN IT A BEAUTY AND A MYSTERY DEEPER THAN THE BEAUTY AND MYSTERY OF THE EGYPTIAN NIGHT AS IT WAS IN THOSE OLD DAYS THE FACE OF A FAIR WOMAN A RIDDLE OF THE GODS WHICH MEN MIGHT GO MADDEN SEEKING TO READ OR WRITE AND YET NEVER LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF IT
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