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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. 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
 lips seemed to fill out, grow red, and smile. The eyelids lifted, and the eyes of the Nitocris of old looked down on him for a moment. He shook his head and looked, and there was the Mummy just as it had been when he opened the case. "Really, this is strange, almost to the point of bewilderment," he went on. "I wonder if there is any more of that wine left?" He took up the flagon and poured out another goblet, filled and drank it. "Yes," he continued, speaking as though under some strange exultation of the mind rather than of the 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. LUSH SHOWING THROUGH IT THE BROWN SHRIVELLED LIPS SEEMED TO FILL OUT GROW RED AND SMILE THE EYELIDS LIFTED AND THE EYES OF NIDICHUS OF OLD LOOKED DOWN UPON HIM FOR A MOMENT HE SHOOK HIS HEAD AND LOOKED AND THERE WAS THE MUMMY JUST THAT HAD BEEN WHEN HE OPENED THE CASE REALLY THIS IS STRANGE ALMOST TO THE POINT OF BEWILDERMENT HE WENT ON I WONDER IF THERE IS ANY MORE OF THAT WINE LEFT HE TOOK UP THE FLAGON AND POURED OUT ANOTHER GOBLET FILLED AND DRANK IT YES HE CONTINUED SPEAKING AS THOUGH UNDER SOME STRANGE EXULTATION 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
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