Chapter 33 THE MUMMY

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inner was out of the question that night for all of us. Karamanèh, who had spoken no word, but, grasping my hands, had looked into my eyes-her own glassy with unshed tears-and then stolen away to her cabin, had not since reappeared. Seated upon my berth, I stared unseeingly before me, upon a changed ship, a changed sea and sky-upon another wor