"I cannot think, Fanny, how you get on so quick," said Mrs. Damer.
"I'm always last; but then my donkey is such a very nasty one. Look
there, now; he's always trying to get me off."
"We shall soon be at the Pyramids now, mamma."
"How on earth I am ever to get back again I cannot think. I am so
tired now that I can hardly sit."
"You'll be better, mamma, when you get your luncheon and a glass of
wine."
"How on earth we are to eat and drink with those nasty Arab people
around us, I can't conceive. They tell me we shall be eaten up by
them. But, Fanny, what has Mr. Ingram been saying to you all the day?"
"What has he been saying, mamma? Oh! I don't know;--a hundred things,
I dare say. But he has not been talking to me all the time."
"I think he has, Fanny, nearly, since we crossed the river. Oh, dear!
oh, dear! this animal does hurt me so! Every time he moves he flings
his head about, and that gives me such a bump." And then Fanny
commiserated her mother's sufferings, and in her commiseration
contrived to elude any further questionings as to Mr.
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